Archives for September, 2011
Wednesday, September 28th, 2011
The mouth that’s been speaking through all these years. Somewhere, in the corner, on the piano. Telling you things you never wanted to know. Things you knew but didn’t want to accept. And why should you? They are not beautiful things, afterall. This mouth that you punch now. Hard. Harder. Relentlesly, so it’d shut up. [...]
For The Bearers Of The Flag
Monday, September 19th, 2011
For the bearer of the flag. For the worker of the flag. For the architect and the dancer. How the flag! For you, who does not belong to any place. For you, of the confusing and joyful pace. Then the feet, the pulse, the breath of you that are not all or yet united. The [...]
How remain
Tuesday, September 13th, 2011
Then this silence. Among the things one could say of the nonplace, of its arrogance, of its million signs and intensities so seductive. But no. No. And yes. In that silence. Without real knowledge of the outplace and with little of the place. Then silence of the rotting autumn leaves cutting the air – this [...]
Why moment
Tuesday, September 6th, 2011
There’s this point in a place, which is very elusive as to deciding if it belongs to it (a place) – a moment. Be it the most trivial one, like sunset, or more subtle – like a wind caress by a road, one hardly has tools to see if it is of a place or [...]