"I went today without you to the new Whitney,/ with its wide and wrapping terraces/ where you can examine the city."
"Beautiful creature of the / stars! Let us tumble and fall / through the green and white foothills / pressing together between / the inky heavens and earth."
Photography is an essentially ambivalent medium for we can never be sure of the authenticity of what is being shown.
"'I wonder how/when i got so fucked up... my mind, existence, problem.' When Dylan Benet Klebold got covered up by this entity containing Dylan's body."
"For 3,000 livre a white man could lay / Under the church all rotting and wormy"—from "Saint-Domingue in the Summer"
"so blow the ash off my collarbones and / fill them with next door’s burning incense and indoor/ voices until there are no bricks on my ankles"