Scott Thurston: Figure Detached, Figure Impermanent
A series of trials set up like islands in a river – noticing where a current is viable even in concealment. A perfect will turns like a needle as a thread of disgust stitched through every day starts to come undone. You slip into the stream.
Michael Farrell: the thorn with the boy in its side
reading [ …] with the light on
after the escalators –
metaphors became metaph-
ors. ‘[ … ]’ [my translation.] & ‘ive always been a
rebel’. i survey
the experimental fencing. the word
‘poets’ in black, on pineapp-
le; the fuchsia in the freezer.
‘chasing’ a sound
down george st: a drag
queen with the name ‘fay doubt’.
THE LONELY SCOUT
‘moving away’ seems too obvious. youre in
the gardens, suddenly conf-
ronted by an expanse of sonnets.
they take your weight.