Rugged

https://youtu.be/2z3m_o2XpBs Rugged Out, dog! out, cur! thou drivest me past the bounds! —Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream Use this, a whitewall tire skidding on a dark night, a shadowy cityscape a rain-coated woman approaches up the steamy street one moment she is a silhouette in the street light a misted penumbra pain is here and... Continue Reading →

Dark Sunday Last

Dark Sunday Last Walked up to the train station a relic nobody seems to know quite what to do with even the brave little playground goes to weed rust & decay solid enough to last one more day weeks even & years is this lasting a while its only reward? is it mine? I get... Continue Reading →

circulation alternée

Photograph by D Young Street still life with traffic light. November 16, 2017. One of the basic situationist practices is the dérive, a technique of rapid passage through varied ambiences. Dérives involve playful-constructive behavior and awareness of psychogeographical effects, and are thus quite different from the classic notions of journey or stroll. —Guy Debord, Theory... Continue Reading →

Bugarach

  Some dada for a Saturday This old photograph of Bugarach taken from the Col St. Louis a couple of years back got stuck to this Letter received with a fountain pen ordered from Japan (Seriously, decipher this and win a thousand). Dear sir/medal Yhulr 1w hr lvvvlnv (h! vwdx. In all A Ildc ruwa... Continue Reading →

Horace was alive

Horace was alive (Dada comic strip by Santos-Dumont.) Horace paused beside the road to Valdosta and watched a lone crow faltering and wondered what was allowed. No feeding crows, surely. Yet nothing would dent his powers of affection. He spoke but nothing he said made any difference to the crow or to the people who... Continue Reading →

Le Pouss’Café in autumn

Le Pouss’Café in autumn It’s a play on words and a catchy one The ancient family Pous and a drink In the heart of old St. Paul, Le Planiol Its platanes rooted in the source Flowing underground to the Agly Forever The traveler’s salvation The countryman’s comfort The exile’s reassurance That one center holds Still... Continue Reading →

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