The power of geometric data: perhaps it was installed in transversal signs.
Irreversible, it was blue and the result of temporary retinal inputs.
Friday, February 16, 2007
Distance/Analogy
Posted by Samuel Jamier at 5:08 PM 0 comments
Labels: poetry
Thursday, February 8, 2007
Discreet apocalypse: the kayagum player
So she was there. Playing, poised. The demonstration was brilliant, as he knew it would be.
She looked at him, unblinking, smiling an unambiguous polite smile.
They had a very polite talk. Then she asked: "Would you mind if I..."
She wrote down the address of her hotel, a few blocks away from there.
Posted by Samuel Jamier at 3:21 AM 0 comments
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