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Mark Terrill

  WAITING FOR THE VULGARIANS   The painter paints a poem in black & white. The poet paints a fist full of flowers, a cloud held...
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Sarah Puschmann

Sarah B. Puschmann

He was happiest when gnawed on by a beast. / But that was just a trick of the light.

Refugees in Berlin

Joshua Weiner: Berlin Alexanderplatz, April 2016

The way he hovers beside her, slightly in front of her, refusing to be dismissed, suggests the persistence of an established relationship. But for his dress, they could be mistaken for lovers in a kind of quiet public quarrel.

Mark Terrill

Mark Terrill

I catch myself thinking about / how glad I am that I don’t have a soul and / that even if I did it would have no choice / but to be at peace with itself and since the / Knausgaard book I’m trying to read is so / dreadfully boring and tedious

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Michael Kumpfmuller

He has written about animals quite often before, about the humblest of creatures, a cockroach, an ape, a giant mole, a vulture. He has written about dogs and jackals, he has written marginally about leopards and the cat that eats the mouse.

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Arthur Eloesser

Berlin is urban all over, swept uniformly clean, festively spick and span, more so than any city that grew slowly, that skipped not a single stage of development and still shows romantic traces of an unwashed, uncombed, unhygienic childhood.

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Mark Terrill

THE WHITE CITY   A grainy sequence in uncertain light somewhere down by the harbor looking through a dirty hotel window into a sullen overcast...

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