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to fall and park at the past 3 weeks’ worth to a kind of record
VII.…can I ask youit is raininga kind of weeping from the skycan I ask youfirst a prayerI start at Wednesdaydo you sighdo you sayorare you silentsilent as each of my days’ poetryas the prayer of the poem of each daywind in wiresa bus that comesthe girls the bus girls
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