THE SECOND PERSON HAS DEPARTED A gold sequin dress isn’t any use in a fire. I scribble down every cypher I gathered about you. There is no kindness in letting you know when the world unclasps, emptying its prayer palms of us, our preordained survival. Did you expect me to carry a gun? […]
Rob Winger | A DOZEN MORNING TRANSLATIONS
A DOZEN MORNING TRANSLATIONS When I talk, again, about Voyager 1 out there beyond the heliosphere, what I really mean is that none of us recalls the birth canal. And when I show you this photo of my favourite painting, made in Paris with palette knives in 1954, I’m giving you my boyhood’s village […]