love these! Man that deer dude is looking right atcha! What’s that first one, the insect? In the smaller pick I couldn’t tell if it were coming or going…….like…antenna on the back?
and bandits emerged
like aquatic realities in the midst of a metallic reality.
Only fever and poetry evoke visions.
Only love and memory.
Not these paths or these plains.
Not these labyrinths.
—Roberto Bolaño (b. April 28, 1953), translated by Laura Healy
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love these! Man that deer dude is looking right atcha! What’s that first one, the insect? In the smaller pick I couldn’t tell if it were coming or going…….like…antenna on the back?
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and bandits emerged
like aquatic realities in the midst of a metallic reality.
Only fever and poetry evoke visions.
Only love and memory.
Not these paths or these plains.
Not these labyrinths.
—Roberto Bolaño (b. April 28, 1953), translated by Laura Healy
Beautiful, what a great group of photos. I also like the verse.