In the world of phonetics, pitches are like prostitutes.

[misha_penguin]

found art*:


*picture discovered on the desktop of a library computer

"How can we say where the place of foreign water begins when the border itself is water?"
-Yoko Tawada, "Where Europe Begins"

The plans for dispersion are underway
from all sides
being here, though practical, perhaps
necessary, does not seem to be
the reality
the world soon after will be
sprinkled with friends, allies
my histories and memories
"the sun never sets..." and
all that

it's so damn exciting, isn't it?
where to next?
(for now we shall focus on aesthetics)

Girls, here we sit, reading the Romantics
communing, coming to terms
with death as an historical internal
organ--though atemporal--we
see what they did not;
through lamentation there is
frag-ment-
ation, a palm overflowing with
celluloid and what appear to be
flying horses

Staring into a map of particle
collision, a young grad student,
once lost, now says, "I
get it. We
are
here."