Tagged fever

08.27.2019

recognize accents; thick local american (and utes, paiute, goshute) tourists too.  then receiving the (communion of) light then the deafening pain of rejection  recalling the  dead departed; the ones who went on with others    what can be trusted; the breath, the breath   the breath and that time passes leaves  traces deliver you at your mountains  of sorrow  to hike;  ascenting; a  solitary creature vertiginous as if leisurely  slow;  dizzying/dismembering sights and abysses, and what else can you do than take it all in; bask in the beauty of being among  the living 

07.15.2019

what makes a body tremor—crispé comme un extravagant, baudelaire says—is not the rapture of someone suffused with eros; it is, rather, like a kind of sexual shock that can beset a solitary human — there’s an inevitable entropy in humans, a wildness inside us — alive, to all hardships and to all delights

05.17.2019

dreaming he sits at my bedside, with a blue space helmet on, or perhaps hallow. he doesn’t speak; i am very unsure as to why he’s here

05.07.2019 02

dreaming i’m arranging flowers on her breakfast tray, the water turns into gasoline and i cause a huge fire; the flower petals throwing off flames

10.19.2016

— does anyone know what the island is like these days. are bison and other wildlife still as abundant as before the fires?

08.29.2016

this afternoon you see a boy jaywalking towards you. the sun behind him gleam/glows so how are you quiet sure straight away. that he is a non-native/new native? his t-shirt says we love asphalt across the chest and therefore you would like to have sex with him

07.19.2016

“this afternoon i saw an american white pelican sitting in the sagebrush along the road down the west side of strawberry reservoir. two other birds were holding its left wing up when it walked through the sage and was well over a 1/2 mile from water.  the procession headed north, away from the water. towards strawberry ridge”

04.27.2016

— that each life. is a komet moving, flashing. flare up. collide. beauty tabs out behind  

03.28.2016

— today the water were low. thaw and  .at kroppen havde ebbe og flod .at kroppen sank og

03.06.2016

• the hair is like hair. and she lifts up the hair with lazy hands while i watch and the robe is rotting and she lifts up the cloth and the skin falls down and down and down as i am the lover and rise from her womb who never will carry a foetus the spilling of blood was like blood coagulating in dreams she’s forgetting as youth i shall always know you she says her knowing is like knowing. she holds with her heart as a womb and lazy coagulating my love as i am the leaver and she is…