
Monthly Archives: July 2019
Me and you or maybe just you
You make me, move me,
dwell in me, and beckon.
What without you
do I do at all?
Memory

Walk of the world

The eyes have it

William Kentridge at Eye Amsterdam
How we get to this particular place
Dead letters, those gods,
rise to climb the sky of the mind.
They screw on stars to make words
and leave us to raise their babies.
Tour winners

Dutch

Reader

Love
Love
is an
exercise in failure
through which
glory shines