the sunny southwest

the war on drugs, "needle in your eye."

from the vault (new delhi: the 31st floor)

from the vault (dharamsala, india: barbie)

from the vault (thimpu, bhutan: the texture of dreams)

we woke up every morning.

chicago: after the show

AT THE JAZZ SHOW IN CHICAGO

at the jazz show in chicago
i watched you watch the bassist
as he skimmed a piece of floss against the strings

something like sounds twisted out.
you caught your breath, closed your eyes,

then you were drinking it in the way i feel pictures,
all lusty recollection

somewhere, a bottle broke.
you didn't notice,
just slipped your hand inside your shirt
to hold your heart in.

after that i stopped watching,
i let it hit me, sunk back.
sound can turn the best eyes black.

mexico city: soldiers

mexico city: mariachis

mexico city: realidad (o algo como si)

words: leon wieseltier

"We are living in a golden age of the pseudo-meaningful stunt"

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