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

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Dread Was Michael Dransfield (1943 – 1972)

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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)    

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