8 plays

in the wild, wild west
trying my best

Medicine, law, business, engineering: these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love: these are what we stay alive for.

12 plays

I am in this room right now. The shadow of the foot is rotating on the east wall. The shadow is not recognizable as a foot because of the deformation of the angle of the sun’s position behind the sign. I am seated upright in a dark-green easy chair with a cigarette burn on the right armrest. The cigarette burn is black and imperfectly round. The track I am listening to is “The Big Ship” off Brian Eno’s Another Green World, whose cover has colorful cutout figures inside a white frame.

David Foster Wallace, The Pale King

New jurisdiction.

New jurisdiction.

Sila: The Breath of the World, by John Luther Adams

Sila: The Breath of the World, by John Luther Adams

Sinead O’Connor, by Jane Bown

Sinead O’Connor, by Jane Bown

I’m just a bit run down here at the moment.

18 plays

Fatherhood, Alexandre Desplat

San Telmo

San Telmo

Have I Forgotten Anything

by Michael Teig

I go out like a slogan
in the morning. Everyone does

The cat eats a butterfly.
The sun being prolific.

It’s like a sequel.
The world moves

around in vans and I
man the mixer.

One dog barks then
the spaces between them are barking

and then a hummingbird like
a tiny green zipper opens the air.

It’s a perfect day.
All the old people start mowing.

It’s a nice day for a parade
and here comes one

moving slowly on the horizon
like an addendum.

Malba

Malba

Recoleta

Recoleta

Eduardo Catalano, Floralis Generica

Eduardo Catalano, Floralis Generica

Palermo

Palermo

The scene in Buenos Aires, via Carlos.