‘I walk away from you / without glancing back, in case you see in me something I don’t.’
We sleep with minds of black and white confetti—
the fragmented thoughts and brain cells coalesce, dance—
we pose as anarchists, we develop Alzheimer’s
just to lose ourselves within ourselves. Are you seriously telling me
this is your best analysis? The dying stall and drink from virally infec…
Nothing to see here!
What made him do what he did? Could it have all been for an ice cream bar, really? Will any of us ever know?
What made him do what he did? Could it have all been for an ice cream bar, really? Will any of us ever know?
What made him do what he did? Could it have all been for an ice cream bar, really? Will any of us ever know?
What made him do what he did? Could it have all been for an ice cream bar, really? Will any of us ever know? What made him do what he did? Could it have all been for an ice cream bar, really? Will any of us ever know?
‘It thrills and delights me that I can now watch concerts I would’ve given several fingers to go to in the ’90s, albeit wonky though these videos are.’
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‘Music needs silence / more than silence needs music.’ New poetry by Rae Armantrout.
‘Even today, she still speaks with emotion about Dorian, the transsexual so proud of her breasts, Diane, who weighed only sixty-five pounds, and Steven, who was so frightened of dying alone that Darcy wished she could promise to be with him when the time came.’ Emmanuel Carrèrre on addiction and poverty in an forgotten America.
‘Syllables are excised by / X-Acto, fed into a shredder / for good measure.’
‘On 29 September 1888, an Indian teenager with a mild case of ringworm and a fine head of hair sailed into the Thames Estuary.’ Sam Miller on Ghandi's time in London.
