Pós-troika

"When the water has receded, most things have lost their form. They lean in the direction the current went. Mud covers them."

William Carlos Williams, Paterson

Photo: "During heavy rain, the wild ponies swam to the shore." 

Pearl

Maura Sullivan

Jean-Luc Godard, Alphaville (1965)

Food grew cold on the table.

We sat across the table.
he said, cut off your hands.
they are always poking at things.
they might touch me.
I said yes.

Food grew cold on the table.
he said, burn your body.
it is not clean and smells like sex.
it rubs my mind sore.
I said yes.

I love you, I said.
That's very nice, he said
I like to be loved,
that makes me happy.
Have you cut off your hands yet?

Marge Piercy, "The Friend"

Foto

What a terrible mistake to let go of something wonderful for something real.

Miranda July, No one belongs here more than you

Foto

Your sound caught in the glass

I see you through two layers
of glass doors, your sound
caught in the glass before it can reach me.

Beth Baruch Joselow, "The steering wheel comes off in your hands"

But we have other lives...*

Foto: Maia Flore (lindo lindo lindo...)

* Virginia Woolf, Between the Acts