Larry Clark. Tulsa, 1963-71.

Larry Clark. Tulsa, 1963-71.No2.

Sometimes I think nothing makes sense. On a tiny planet, running to nowhere for millions of years, born in the midst of pain, we grow, we fight, we suffer, we suffer, cry, die, die, and others are born to restart the useless comedy.

Ernesto sabato.


April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.