Series of 1 — Marco Giovenale

one is the brown water canal coming from the airport.

one seems to be the invisible low frequency radiowaves behind the red distant fence. unseen.

one springs out of the yellow box, abandoned in the park, with “summer” written on it.

one is the glam magazine over the same box. (forget this).

one is the two windows grave, under some veil which keeps on dreaming of it, if it rains.

one is the younger woman in a couple strolling around a light-blue lake or an unintelligible square pool. the camera cannot hold it. they are trying to catch the right name of the broken tree lying on the ground. they stand within a pulsar of wrong names. just worms in a dog skull.

Marco Giovenale lives and works in Rome. He’s among the founders & editors of He’s the author of books and ebooks of experimental prose, asemic stuff, photography, vispo: among others, these texts (in English): A gunless tea (Dusie, 2007:, CDK (Tir aux pigeons, 2009:, anachromisms (Ahsahta Press, 2014: In 2011 he took part in the Bury Text Festival (Manchester); see His blog is