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Monday, July 10th, 2017
Insurance is a murrain, insurance
blunteth the needle in the maid’s hand
and stoppeth the spinner’s cunning. Pietro Lombardo
came not by insurance
Duccio came not by insurance
nor Pier della Francesca; Zuan Bellin’ not by insurance
nor was ‘La Calunnia’ painted.
posted evening of July 10th, 2017: Respond
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Saturday, July 8th, 2017
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Saturday, June 24th, 2017
Boolean intimacy/ cold equations/ of true love and betrayal, heartbreak/ and satisfaction
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Tuesday, June 13th, 2017
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Sunday, April 16th, 2017
se debe leer en un idioma que no sea el propio
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Friday, October 28th, 2016
Mirá / estas cenizas / que fueron en otro tiempo mi cuerpo / lo que has abrazado fuerte / en otro tiempo / sientelas caerse / estas cenizas / entre tus dedos. Escuchá / al bosque / silencioso.
Scattering
Look, now/ at these ashes / that used to be my body / you held me tight / used to / Now feel them falling / these ashes / between your fingers. Listen / to the silent / forest.
posted evening of October 28th, 2016: Respond
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Thursday, July 30th, 2015
outside
the repetitive nonverbal dialogue of crickets and birds. Pradeep pradeep!
--sh!--sh!--sh!--sh!--sh!--sh!!
posted evening of July 30th, 2015: Respond
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Thursday, January first, 2015
mañana es otro dÃa
por J. Osner
nos unamos los manos:
nos giremos hacia el este
esperando al sol que teñirán
de rosa sus rayos el cielo negro;
nos dejarán saber
que empieza el nuevo dÃa,
ese dÃa hasta que postergábamos
todos los deseos más queridos.
agárrame a mà ahora la mano
y dime nuevamente, muévete:
nos ya estamos quemando
debajo del sol del mediodÃa.
posted evening of January first, 2015: Respond
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Saturday, December 13th, 2014
Luminiferous Genesis by J Osner
The first day was water. On the second day
water created earth.
On the third day mud
breathed air. On the fourth day creation blazed, and said
that it was good. Muddy reality,
eternally drying out in the heat
of the moment.
posted morning of December 13th, 2014: Respond
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Saturday, December 6th, 2014
on an easel on the stage, the title -- ποταμοῖσι τοῖσιν αá½Ï„οῖσιν á¼Î¼Ïαίνουσιν, ἕτεÏα καὶ ἕτεÏα ὕδατα á¼Ï€Î¹ÏÏεῖ. Different waters bathe those who step into the same river. --Heraclitus of Ephysus. The spot fades and the placard is removed; enter Cratylus stage right. Lights come up stage right on Cratylus and gradually on the rest of his colleagues, who are standing like statues. Each (except Cratylus) has a placard identifying the character's name at his feet. Cr. kicks them away one by one as he points at the actor -- "waking him up".
posted morning of December 6th, 2014: 3 responses
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