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TagDescartes / Jingles
Another cold day. Snowing. Another etch for the prolonged winter.
The Terrashot Hunter
The terrashot, a long, dry mammal shaped a little like a coffin, served as the controlling metaphor of Tom’s work.
Watching the Black Death sequence in BELLADONNA OF SADNESS [Yamamoto, 1973] for the first time / Some say self-love is a skill
the slowly wasting
away into nothingness,
Corpse by the Shore: A Memory
It is hardly bloated, its skin the pale blue-yellow of the bruised, abused cloudless sky reflected in the water; it is face-down, its gender imperceptible, yet my guess is male. No, female.