Tag Archives: Art

9.29.19

Pylons, The honeybees of a developing city Over flowerbeds and bike racks Making way for city plots and Parking lots, and 40 storeys–   Tales tales Which wake us in the Early morning Cracked concrete and reversal beeps.   Playgrounds removed And replaced, Children displaced, Our rent rising As old homes fall.

Baby Blue.

  “Nevertheless, in every kind of human communication, there are always going to be things that one cannot translate. No matter what the language, there are gaps and absences.” “I became very interested in these kinds of vacillations and in how they are expressed through physical places and psychics states.” “Once I was able to…