PinnedVladimirSalveI won’t remember what you saw or where you saw it if I keep perfectly still in case the survivors can see me as the smoke clears and the…Apr 66Apr 66
VladimirYou Are Not the Star You Think You Areyou left behind the skies that hung — curtains ripped from the mime gallery, damp sheets, genetically encrusted with memories of home…Aug 141Aug 141
VladimirPossibility, Bentthen, a rupture in the rythym - what must refract in another notebook, your every thought swallowed up by the stubborn, unchanging…Aug 141Aug 141
VladimirBone Regeneration Theories: Crossing the AtlanticCuriosity and the abstract theories breathing life into fragments of air, this frail cloth of living, suffocating at times driven, fighting…Aug 131Aug 131
VladimirWhat The Peeling Paint Reveals About The WallI once came from far away just to be closer to you. Well, it was not you but a slender, cardboard likeness of you, chewing your lip in…Aug 71Aug 71
VladimirShoveling Coal in the Anteroom of HellI feel faint, sprawled in the sun, dressed in my sticky skeleton filled with all my erotic doubt of and the mysterious tenderness of self —…Aug 11Aug 11
VladimirA Silent Day With No External Speaking Partssometimes, the silence is as golden as they say it is; the art of conversation is filled with it and the mother of truth and eloquence. On…Jul 291Jul 291
VladimirThe Art of Waking Up On the Wrong Side of the BedI don’t want to leave. Not the bed, not the flat, nothing. I want to drift without moving. I think about what could be but won’t be. I can…Jul 281Jul 281