His luminous existence as a thief – Four poems from Jessy Simonini’s “Campi di battaglia”
“Ay ay ay, que el esclavo fue mi abuelo es mi pena, es mi pena. Si hubiera sido el amo, sería ...
“Ay ay ay, que el esclavo fue mi abuelo es mi pena, es mi pena. Si hubiera sido el amo, sería ...
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Zaratan or the Aspidochelone Aflush on the surface of the rough choppy sea il mare the back of a big ...
they bombed the fucking zoo o' fairest mirror in my hand to you, dead birds and thee, I sing of ...
The fires two hundred miles away, the whole region engulfed in smoke. More than a ...
LI RUO 脱光了,睡你 床,你幸苦了 今天休息 赖了你一天 一直睡到头昏脑胀 四肢无力 床,谢谢你 不管我得意失意 你总是 毫无怨言的 在背后默默地支持我 从不冷眼 从不势利 不管我是胖是瘦 从不嫌弃 ...
FATE OF LIFE Long ago there lived a boy called Tussime Fred a Munyankole from Western Uganda who lived in ...
A Nest of Triptychal Performances PER/FORMATIVE CITIES A Nest of Triptychal Performances Saun Santipreecha Curated by Camilla Boemio Presented by...
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