Category Archives: English

people take pictures of each other taking pictures of each other

no idea what i thought when i saw yr picture the first time i thought of paris jardin du luxembourg pale frogs sunning themselves in the november cold the pale cream earth of the good arrondisements visiting yr sarcophagus next door at the tombes des grands hommes 100 years y.a.d. get myself a treat ofContinue reading “people take pictures of each other taking pictures of each other”

Ode to an Esmod graduate

O my brilliant Esmod graduate!Intimidate me with yer knowledge of crushed velour!Of dandyism that begins at the waistcoat and never ends at the spats!I envy yer débutante graduate show!Yer interplanetary glitter! Yer second-hand, much-loved, half-bakedIdée fixesOf glamD’or!I envy yer year at Central St Martins!Yer 3-month residency at Marc Jacob’s brie-smelling workshopNext to that patisserie tunisienneContinue reading “Ode to an Esmod graduate”

William II of Akron

william t. vollmann caught the last plane to jakarta from akron, oh. not a direct flight, of course. nothing flies direct out of akron, oh. he landed at the soekarno-hatta international airport when it was still missing all its toilet doors. there were pools of urine and cigarette butts in the bottom of the urinals,Continue reading “William II of Akron”

parc si crap is crap si parc

2nite: it’s Anytown, IndierockOrientals of the world, unite!Pins on lapelsCheap beers «best served with friends»Firman haircutsNeatHair washed, teased, blow dried, hair-sticked, hair-sprayedSenen Garfield tee on Jimi Danger, 4st 7lbsSleeves rolled-up«Ils sont Les Jadugars»Casio Exilims’ flashPassing joints at the barGenerous Absolut in the cranberryA couple kissing at the barOpen microphonesA couple kissing at the barDavTar hidingContinue reading “parc si crap is crap si parc”

“often we pay homage to appropriate moral sentiments while our real feelings drift elsewhere.”

then what do you remember? the uncut elephant grass in your backyard? how it made you see green when i let you fondle my breasts? white as winter. “they’re so white they’re blue,” you said. or maybe it was someone else who said. when it comes to memories mammaries things are as slippery as, you’veContinue reading ““often we pay homage to appropriate moral sentiments while our real feelings drift elsewhere.””