the portrait hung on a wall — on which wall the Arachnoid cldn’t remember — it was long […]
Louis Armand
but a spider is never more singular than when it dies in the very act of multiplication — […]
the Arachnoid is driving through the dead hours past high walls of yellowflowered prickly pear — through the […]
– , 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 […]
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 […]
– , 19 January. Awoke in the morning to find two gleaming eyes in the head of a […]
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