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
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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…
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