a poetics of confusions

There is a desert... It is a panoramic vision of the desert, and it’s not a tragic or uninhabited desert. It’s only a desert because of its ocher colour and its blazing shadowless sun. - Deleuze/Guattari

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Mon June 28th, 2021

“i walked down the aisle, i stood in front of the boss, he took a knife. i held out my Continue reading →

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Fri January 8th, 2021

Dread Was , Michael Dransfield Dread Was, in the winterweek-old snow without a foot print.In spring, it wasa great web Continue reading →

Mon July 27th, 2020

Dog sits inside the windowsill. The night is an onyx-gold canvas. The shapes could be islands or lakes. Not everything Continue reading →

Wed May 27th, 2020

a mid-winter poem, at the end of spring. By Christina Rossetti (1830 – 1894)

Sun April 12th, 2020

Fehlfunktion a trail of sunflower seeds everywhere i go except when i am not eating sun- flower seeds

Sun April 12th, 2020

Have read too little, in too long. i used to read always & everywhere. i read before i even Continue reading →