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Simon Taylor

Simon Taylor

https://orcid.org/0009-0008-6687-4647

3 quotes from Santiago Gamboa, sentiments for the season: illustrated with photographs by Sebastião Salgado

… beyond the borders of our beautiful countries there is a terrifying outside world filled with life, a black sun that stretches over a number of continents, only revealing its beauty after the first impact. What you see on the surface is horrible and cruel, but slowly the the beauty emerges;

to be added this week to a kind of record each week added to: part VI

VI.I am as I age wrestling with the idea of affirmationa long death scene follows which I do not make upwhen I return turn when I return the idea of a roomcome on now they have his hands come on now rubberfingers in mouth in arsehole inside a rummage

for a kind of record, parts IV & V

IV.I am very happyyou could hear the risk in his voicehe rubs his penis across her waistthe dangerwhat did you say to medid you saytoo muchtoo much of looking over the precipicetoo much of walking around and aroundin these dark rooms where I live out empty daysCavafyand the stripperwith

for a kind of record, III

III.Is it time a sheeringa shelfthe worldborne upby whatIs it so muchIs it timeby the capillary actionof years of photographsof looksof looks lost on one anotherIs it so muchI had no ideadaylight would belike thisI had no idea of lovein the daylightYour eyes are bluevolcanic lakeswithout depthwithout heatsimply welling

celebrating Santiago Gamboa, as well as stating the obvious & wondering once again at the sentimental Left, melting even before it gets to the battlefield–were we fantasizing? grinning stupidly, terrifyingly

…the reasons someone who’s about to shoot another man thinks he has may vary, but the deed is the same, someone will press the trigger, and when the lead breaks the skin and drills into the cranium and damages a lobe and perforates it and opens a path in

on a kind of record, II

II.she saidI’m going to talk to you quite openlyand sheapologised for her vulgarityis there a way onwardJuanaby Gamboathe western cordilleroa patch of vomitmade up of the lightsof Bogotácupped in the handsof a thousand digitsfigures of bonewalk the westernhorizonstill recognisablemoving without acknowledgementyou are watchingrelations of yoursI askyou trap me

reminding you of … something … at the edge where true memory segues into false

and used to advertise on Titter a link to this. who is the artist who the model? perhaps it reminds me of James Palumbo’s (aka Lord Palumbo of Southwark, member of the UK House of Lords; aka Baron Palumbo, founder of Ministry of Sound and very very rich) novel Tomas.