“brain in a jar” ZJC (2008)
As I have told everyone who will listen it is midterm-time and I have spending far too much time attempting to memorize bizarre medical terms (and 90% of them are diseases and terrible things that can go wrong with the human body) under the guise that occupational therapists do nothing […]
There is salt on my lips. I love that salt.
I am in love with all far-seen places.
All that rooted — red woods, sea beds, asphalt,
teeth — makes me happy. All the past, pieces
no one can recall, fascinates me. Why?
Why would we look back? Our love and hatred
all lost, a root pulled […]
The things we robbed from each other. The things we stole. Where do we go? We ruined boys without a home, a voice, a guide? In the movie, Farinelli, the famous castrato, il ragazzo (”the boy”), delights the world with his soprano voice; and yet we find the rivalry between himself […]
“Venus and the Three Graces” ZJC (2008)
Not yet. Not yet. Not this waking; that world
or this – they are the same. And yet. And yet.
Not this blessing, yet. This blessing; the curled
lip, the spiked dog collar, the ripped fishnet
stockings. No. My body is not my own.
Not yet. And yet? […]