A Public Space
Belonging and excluded, borders and crossings, the solid and the porous. From evening to day, imagined to real. The populous and the particular. This is an issue about dualities. Inside and outside, and the interstitial between.
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This is an issue about dualities. Inside and outside, and the interstitial between.
A Llama in Times Square
It was time at last for a full renunciation of the way I had been living, fast then slow, the blood and brain, the inner dynamo.
In the Forest
Listen: something has happened.
Translated from the Chinese by Fiona Sze-Lorrain.
The wind is directionless, confusing the trees, loosening siding and tiles. Creatures of flight have put themselves away.
So much is made about the importance of depth in human interactions, but what about the delicate surface, what about the skin?
Simple as That
When you wake up / keep quiet / find ecstasy.
Translated by Cassandra Gillig and Anne Boyer
My writing...maybe it's nothing. But still, as long as I'm alive, I'll say, "Here, it's for you."
Orange Means Red
"You can't always tell from the outside," Sue says. "But something was wrong. Something was wrong, and the mother knew it."
I didn’t know if I could live in a world that seemed to me now like the essence of shark. That vicious unlit eye.
I set out upon a normal investigation and found that invention required all the same components.
There stands this person who is also a talisman.
In a Bucharest Journal
Read it, imagine / me listening without trying.
Poem for Éluard
what clouds can teach us / in the capital of sadness / is the rose / is always public
That to Philosophize is to Learn to Die
I want to die someday. I don't want to die laughing.
Tartarus and Shackleton
This is just a trick: a ship breaks in half then sinks.
The Stars Down to Earth
The froth is white like wool. The froth is white like thought.
On Death: Little Odes
Contraction’s flash: / My love, I know / It’s you.
Translated from the Portuguese by Julia Powers
Home is a Foreign Place
Worcester: A Free People’s Workshop
Nobody told us our voices were wrong.
The best kind of property is shared, designed to benefit widely, and without bounds.
Black, Black, Red, Black
You came here to feel comfortable? To talk about the weather?
A War Story
There were no borders or boundaries, just differences in taste from one house to the next. I was going from taste to taste, and that was all.
The Magic Mountain
When the book came, everything changed.
Explanations sometimes miss the point.
We could hear the morning rush-hour traffic thundering above us, oblivious.
Space is Concrete
The White Road
Someday we will better understand what has happened to make all things change in such a small space of time.
The Monkey in the Whirlpool
That was the end of the dream. And then the man covered his face and began to cry, because he was reminded of his dead father, who once told him he had a gift.
Translated by Samuel Rutter
East Meets West
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