travelling feelings, a dancing
breath thick space of bodies
you can't write with so
little words
and I felt uncomfortable
not knowing where
to
place my hand
there is so much of you
but it's foreign like
distant like already
looking from afar
i would like to be in
charge
be charged with
something other than
response.
the road turns faster than his shoulder greens, clumps and prices of things when rising a human would you know before now how game(y) it is? it's a project
Trying to gather thoughts on Maraviloso. How to write. How we landed here. ? The real is infinitely magical. It's so obvious for my brain but I'm also so convinced by Lacan's Real (still, reality in unmediated form). But to be framed as 'magical' by the masters eyes - the eye that turns and points and makes a bracket, a basket of sorts (the demand that latin american fiction fit the label). Also a slippery term, to trace origin feels redundant, the term's power lies in how flexible the meaning is, how adaptable. And a search for geniuses (Ángel Flores) - a masculinist history; a colonialist's description of the subjugated land and cultures (crónicas); the birth of a story rooted in a violent encounter -
10pm office with orange moon. Keeping strong, a muscle worked up the rock the plants are tough over here tough is what i like, it turns me on to show a dry, stiff branch sticking out of the sun. i swam naked into the blackness of salt they waved from the stretch of an olive tree. pimples curlings mosquito bites. i'm enjoying the striped shirt. i've had it since forever, when i still'd climbed trees.
i am not of this gender, please there is more of me running and lifting, and laughing and loving, i laugh the loudest, i fuck the loudest, i do not get up at 5 am to go to pilates i would've only wished for less assumption she as well just moved beyond yourself move to a space of the present move over there, where there is possibility that I'm finding I can't talk about, in this language no more. visit me soon. enjoy your views of fruit bowls and baby legs sushi rolls, apologies, traffic.
nie pisało, zakończyło
aktywności obecne, zazdrości kreatywności
jedzenie.
zadowolenie i
poczucie niesmaku
z braku.
high i decaf
upał upał upał
ciągłe relacje
macki zaplątania, gdzie
idzio?
zasypianie
there are those
moments
where when
you stand so
close and
i look
at your lips
talk
but mouth
they move and
i want this to
continue
and often it does