The houses. I am walking between the houses, I am between the houses, upright on the pavement; the pavement beneath my feet exists, the houses close in on me, as the water closes… Continue reading
It is a unique sound. A cell door has no handle, either outside or inside; it cannot be shut except by being slammed to. It is made of massive steel and concrete, about… Continue reading
I have no ambitions nor desires. To be a poet is not my ambition,. It’s simply my way of being alone. Alberto Caerio.
Daido Moriyama. On the Bed 1. Tokyo, Japan 1969.