
dykes and drains cut land
deep unnatural slices
man bides not for tide
~
CLP 13/05/2021
Liberté, Égalité, Humanité
dykes and drains cut land
deep unnatural slices
man bides not for tide
~
CLP 13/05/2021
It was disarming to see my friend online today after so long. The voice I know. The face, so recognisable. The smile, more beautiful than I could remember.
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CLP 15/03/2021
Can you hear me now?
Yes, we can hear you now, but
we cannot see you.
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n.b. How many months have we had to practice this? Come on boys and girls, please.
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CLP 13/02/2021
You playing or not
quite certain what the game is?
Me neither. Your turn!
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n.b. The uncertainty seems to be increasing as physical distancing continues. Does anyone know what is happening to us? I write from a place of personal freedom, personal distance, personal isolation. Good days, bad days, happy days and sad.
When I read a book that mentions about going for a drink in a crowded bar, or for a romantic meal in a Paris restaurant; or when I watch a movie where people just move about acting out lives that mean having to be close to others and dealing with the intimacies of existence, I think, ‘Is this how it was, or will be? It doesn’t look or feel right. This is not how it is.‘
Interacting online with everyone is a miracle of technology, but I am tired of it. Everyone is accessible, everyone is removed. What is the game we are playing?
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CLP 28/01/2021
Photo quality
printer gutted, abandoned;
news unfit to print
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CLP 09/10/2020