Memory
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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,
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,