after Disembodied I have come to know the dirt thatmakes me undress of its memory—something not even death […]
Author: yspizzirri
From Roman Hours Ianua Dust in hand in sunThe shadows said you should notOr visit only […]
“Every book a universe, metabolized, and at the mercy of time, entropy and chance.” —Yanina Spizzirri 658 719 […]
– , 7 February. “To create extensions, ramifications, divisions which will become even more complex.” The spectator would […]
– , 12 October. Dreamed of seagulls. Spiralling against the sun like figures in a zoetrope. The entire […]
I’m no longer conscious of possessing a body as such. It’s merely a form of prosthetic outer existence […]
An orifice in the sky opening & closing. Out of it maggots coil. The gorge.) The mouth biting […]
Red paint is visible in the background, shadowed by the higher relief. At the end of one corridor, […]
Already in the afternoon the campfires are visible from across the valley. As we descend, the smell of […]
– , 11 February. Standing at the summit. The ruined temple behind me. Trees growing out of the […]
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