Memory

theme winter 2014-15

how to capture

how to shape boiling rice vapor petrichor freshly cut grass flow like salt from the beloved’s tears oak in wine charred fat how to capture hot kettle water as it pours into a cup sighs distant laughter design clay dough

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how to capture

how to shape boiling rice vapor petrichor freshly cut grass flow like salt from the beloved’s tears oak in wine charred fat how to capture hot kettle water as it pours into a cup sighs distant laughter design clay dough

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Through the skin of an ink

I effuse into the voice of your breath, not only in words, not only in sighs. I dissolve upon your pores like an ink, (a milk gone blue) melting out of a broken stylograph, like a livid stain, like a

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Through the skin of an ink

I effuse into the voice of your breath, not only in words, not only in sighs. I dissolve upon your pores like an ink, (a milk gone blue) melting out of a broken stylograph, like a livid stain, like a

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kites

The sound of the gale woke them up before dawn warm bunk beds behind they tiptoed through the darkness across the hallway downstairs through the kitchen of the old, old house back where they picked their rubber boots and two

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kites

The sound of the gale woke them up before dawn warm bunk beds behind they tiptoed through the darkness across the hallway downstairs through the kitchen of the old, old house back where they picked their rubber boots and two

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a snake

I saw the small boy sitting on the ground outside next to the porch of the old, old house he was playing with a twig poking holes in the red mud under the rotten boards on the side of the

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a snake

I saw the small boy sitting on the ground outside next to the porch of the old, old house he was playing with a twig poking holes in the red mud under the rotten boards on the side of the

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Stone Heads

standing still in water in their frame of basalt from former times: the poles, like gentlemen turned into stone staring over water to the cranes of the old wharf where builders once built giant boats and launched them from the concrete

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Stone Heads

standing still in water in their frame of basalt from former times: the poles, like gentlemen turned into stone staring over water to the cranes of the old wharf where builders once built giant boats and launched them from the concrete

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Four Places in Bogotá (3/4): Universidad Nacional

Man, myth and material meet in four places in Bogotá. A series of four poems.   ~   Universidad Nacional   ~   life sprawls violently kind from the rotten white walls of universidad billowing an epos of battlefields where

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Four Places in Bogotá (3/4): Universidad Nacional

Man, myth and material meet in four places in Bogotá. A series of four poems.   ~   Universidad Nacional   ~   life sprawls violently kind from the rotten white walls of universidad billowing an epos of battlefields where

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Four Places in Bogotá (2/4): Plaza Bolivar

Man, myth and material meet in four places in Bogotá. A series of four poems.   ~   PLAZA BOLIVAR   ~   all immensity of bogotá collects herself in his concentrated representation and expands, driving her galaxies away from

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Four Places in Bogotá (2/4): Plaza Bolivar

Man, myth and material meet in four places in Bogotá. A series of four poems.   ~   PLAZA BOLIVAR   ~   all immensity of bogotá collects herself in his concentrated representation and expands, driving her galaxies away from

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Four Places in Bogotá (1/4)

by Eli Dorsman Man, myth and material meet in four places in Bogotá. A series of four poems. ~ CEMENTERIO CENTRAL the city of the dead lingers across metal streams between concrete mountains where treetops reveal walls that conceal its labyrinthine

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Four Places in Bogotá (1/4)

by Eli Dorsman Man, myth and material meet in four places in Bogotá. A series of four poems. ~ CEMENTERIO CENTRAL the city of the dead lingers across metal streams between concrete mountains where treetops reveal walls that conceal its labyrinthine

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Parthenon of Books

Klaske Havik’s posts House of Books woken a sort of visual memory that took me a while to identify and recover. In the years that followed the 1974 Revolution in Portugal, the country received several political refugees from Chile and

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Parthenon of Books

Klaske Havik’s posts House of Books woken a sort of visual memory that took me a while to identify and recover. In the years that followed the 1974 Revolution in Portugal, the country received several political refugees from Chile and

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House of Books II

If I were to build a house where we would meet, my reader, it should probably be a house of books, of meeting thoughts. On the ground floor: books for daily use, to talk, to find common ground. Architecture books,

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House of Books II

If I were to build a house where we would meet, my reader, it should probably be a house of books, of meeting thoughts. On the ground floor: books for daily use, to talk, to find common ground. Architecture books,

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