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Daphne

Pursuit and flight are equal, or at least equal in danger. Pursuit has foundered many, and many more have fled themselves completely. Even a god was lost among us. Daphne’s heels drummed the forest floor. If it wasn’t Cupid who … Continue reading

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Christmas Fugue

I spent Christmas Eve writing a silly fugue. Season’s greetings to you all! (Subsequently edited to remove as many errors in the counterpoint as possible. The augmented/inverted canon at the end will never “really” work as it throws up too … Continue reading

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Lichtgrenze (Berlin, November 2014)

The Ballonaktion was at its core a symbol of historical forgetting. The Wall was literally made lighter than air. It wasn’t a barrier to be overcome with sledgehammers and bulldozers, but a pure signifier, lashed to reality by the slenderest … Continue reading

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your vague art / Berlin, 21.05.14

your vague art your vague art answers nothing when we ask it how to live when we ask the sun to settle what answer could it give save the moon’s penumbra? the moon’s penumbra drifts & your vague art answers: … Continue reading

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Love’s Novelty / Berlin, 03.05.14

Love’s Novelty for mg. My love, you do distrust my love for it had beginning, & so bounded will have end. How could I prove the contrary, save to deny my birth, my death, & with the breath that this … Continue reading

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Translation from Tsvetaeva

Солнце — одно, а шагает по всем городам. Солнце — мое. Я его никому не отдам. Ни на час, ни на луч, ни на взгляд.— Никому. Никогда! Пусть погибают в бессменной ночи города! В руки возьму!— Чтоб не смело вертеться … Continue reading

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