Above, work in progress. Below WWII concentration camp images documented in Terezinsti Maliri 1 (1941-1944).
This is Tomo. He is the life of our friend and landlord, Baowen. As I write, they are at the vet, where HY is serving as the life-saving vest if anything major is to happen. Not a major operation, just scaling, my friend. Our friend is not yet inconsolable, but he appears so, does he [...]
This month’s Smithsonian magazine has an article about Allen Ginsberg’s photography. He captioned almost everyone of his pictures. Here’s a young Jack Kerouac, looking vital in the streets of New York: Allen Ginsberg said that Kerouac was “making a Dostoyevsky mad-face or Russian basso be-bop Om”. And here’s Jack Kerouac 10 years later, on the [...]
To the Oak Tree If I love you – I never behave like a climbing trumpet vine Using your high branches to show off; If I love you – I never mimic infatuated little birds Repeating monotonous songs into the shadows, Nor do I look at all likeĀ wellspring Sending out its cooling consolation all [...]
The calenders pile up in a neat stack. I knew they would. I tried to forget about them yet the days… I am older now and still a child but time is a thirsty germ. I have one year left to play in this lot and am afraid. Some people think about what they do [...]