A single line noted in the middle of the night
+ YouTube videos of Otomo Yoshihide turntable performances
+ white noise background videos
+ Empress Rose
+ random words (Heseltine, alters, mourtain or sea)
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Poetry
Beachfront (a poem)
One of those times when a single line pops into my head and I follow it from there.
A long day after a long night (a poem)
A report from the other side.
Cornered (a poem)
A more abstract view.
Exploded view (excerpt) (a poem)
From a longer poem; I’m not yet sure the first part is necessary.
I am not art (a poem)
As I was scrolling past something, the phrase ‘we are all art’ (or something similar) caught my eye. This is my response.
In a melting absolute (a poem)
The title came to me last night as I was falling asleep.
Ribbons and threads (a poem)
Another true story.
Avec (a poem)
True story.
Votre nom (a poem)
An observation.
Ordinary Average Thoughts 