“Unwritten Law,” Louise Glück
Why are we only posting partials? That’s why I’m here, I guess.
This poem kicked my ass today.
every human being of word persuasion has tried to get smells down
has tried to keep them
this late-August air is of a very particular nature
to me
one that I would care to remain in forever
were it not for that most irritating reality of our
special psychology: the prerequisite for sensation:
Saturation and its Lack
ask anybody on the street, these days;
olfaction is the foundation of memory
the seasons – for the moment –
are relatively rigid,
thankfully
Autumn is necessary for my wellbeing
and I can always count on it arriving,
eventually
A lone power station in the Kalahari Desert.
This was taken during my trip to the isolated town of Pomfret, where myself and my friend Michael Minnie are currently in the process of making a documentary film, titled A Place of their Own.
Watch the teaser for the film and see some other stills here
// 2015
