Oh blindness with red cherry hands behind a wire that bars escape from the tunnel! Blindness is a bowl. I am blind, I am blind! Blindness is terrible rusted wheelbarrows with skin, smoldering marble. Blindness is a handkerchief. Everybody is counting eyes! Blindness is Christ’s wounds with a grid of netting. Saws and files being […]
Tomaz Salamun
Tomaz Salamun: Letters
I Love, spinning like geometry, where are you? Should I really believe in myself, as—you say—you do, you, the tree with tenants, soil with hoops, earth with rain? I am not that perfect, also animals, copulating, are not. The dragon with the dragon, the sheep with the sheep, the light with shadow. And after all, […]