Monday

Lower Dens - Propagation


                                The words in my head, those
                                unspoken and unwritten,
                                those are the only
                                ones I can trust.
                                When life
                                became
                                entirely themed
                                and designed I decided
                                not to live. I wanted to do
                                something more important with
                                my life than be an international poep
                                star, so I checked myself into the nebulizer,

                                gasping for air

                                this is what I heard:

                                LOVE INTERNALIZES THE WORLD
Aryan Kaganof: A Boilerplate Document


Monday

Chromatics: The Page

"Everyone needs one untranslatable song." ---- Juarroz

On hearing the striped contralto of guinea fowl,
its mock opera quivers the parsley atop its head-- 

The song makes its imprint
in the air, making itself felt, 
a felt world. Here, there, 
the stunned silence 
of knowing I will not remember 
what I heard;

futures
that will never happen, 
a fluidity we cannot achieve 
except as a child 
creating possibility.

This is the untranslatable song
hidden in the earth.   
                                                                       
                                                                             Claudia Reder: Untranslatable Song
                                                                                        Image: Beeple