for a made man a ritual
“i walked down the aisle, i stood in front of the boss, he took a knife. i held out my Continue reading
a poetics of confusions
There is a desert… It is a panoramic vision of the desert, and it’s not a tragic or uninhabited desert. It’s only a desert because of its ocher colour and its blazing shadowless sun. – Deleuze/Guattari
Jazz , Michael Dransfield
Midwinter , Michael Dransfield
Esaias (Luke 3:4) , Michael Dransfield
The City Theory, Michael Dransfield
Dread Was Michael Dransfield (1943 – 1972)
Dread Was , Michael Dransfield Dread Was, in the winterweek-old snow without a foot print.In spring, it wasa great web Continue reading
Dog & the night
Dog sits inside the windowsill. The night is an onyx-gold canvas. The shapes could be islands or lakes. Not everything Continue reading
in the bleak mid-winter
a mid-winter poem, at the end of spring. By Christina Rossetti (1830 – 1894)
