From the Pound Cantos: CENTO XXX I cannot make it cohere abovethe cigar butts, against thisblackness. Here error is allin the not done, what followswithin & persistently, funda-mentals in critical moments.These stones we built on toput land back under tillage, … Continue reading
We / feel cooler / in dry air Parts of the morning collidewith the eventual winner of the home & away series.Not much is left. A few shards cause craters in the eyes, a part-pennant does pennance as it wraps … Continue reading
Eventually Acrobats abound on the benchesof the transit lounge. Everyoneelse is staying clear, washing theirhands in rosewater or anointingtheir brows with the blood ofpygmy possums. Curtains aredrawn across the picture wind-ows, dampening down the noise of luggage trolleys, keeping outthe … Continue reading
Interaction is crucial The most elegant inter-pretation of quantummechanics states thatmacrophages are re-quired for a parallelreality to exist; & thatcan only happen ifzebrafish are the sole peer-reviewed speciesallowed to be taken outof captivity to becomean accepted model forneuropsychiatric studiesinto tissue … Continue reading
Making The van brakes, but at a lessfrantic pace. That’s what lifeis like in lockdown. Differentuses though the same materialsprovided. Now we make single-serve liturgies of cryogenic icecream; filled loosely, uncompacted. She calmed down after he’d fini-shed talking. The photographer’sshadow … Continue reading
A line from Catherine Deneuve I live way out. It gets realquiet. Little random adjust-ments have been made tokeep me there, & filmed in one continuous shot. Peoplein these small municipalitiesoften pass the time in strangemixes of activities — juggling … Continue reading
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Spiced lentil soup I am in awe when Marie video calls me. She lives about four hours away in the car. Yesterday, she showed me the old trees in the deer park. The gnarly oaks have been there far longer … Continue reading
My name is Jull Soares and I am a bastard. This is not a particular opinion that I, or anyone else that I’m aware of, has placed on me. It is objective truth. My mother was an unlicensed sex worker … Continue reading
The bee in the calyx there was a tendermuse-like moment of charm, such an Apollonian tearwhen the cute bee set down on a noble rosein the kind calyx of the bloom, full dreamy splendour the gentle sun smiled, at that … Continue reading