IL PERTURBANTE

Peering as ever, captivated, up through the thin filigreed iron barrier between monochrome and color, underground and over, death and life, making the current uncanny, unhomely—dreams haunted by missing digits and their turgid, sluggish, anxious replacements—and Felipe’s well-founded compassionate laugh at the unsolicitous inheritors of “Old Masters,” which over lunch conversation about crumbling walls of [...]

Feb 20, 2011 | Comments Off