错误
郑愁予
我打江南走过
那等在季节里的容颜如莲花的开落
东风不来,三月的柳絮不飞
你的心如小小的寂寞的城
恰若青石的街道向晚
跫音不响,三月的窗扉紧掩
我达达的马蹄是美丽的错误
我不是归人,是个过客
[ + bar ]
O único final feliz para uma história de amor é um acidente
Não posso vê‐la esta noite
Tenho que desistir
Então vou comer fugu
Yosa Buson (1716‐83)
1.
Antes do sr. Atsuo Okuda abrir a caixa, tudo estava... Read More »
Pilgrims Book House [kathmandu]
The fire began surreptitiously, away from the bar’s carousing punters, but soon crept into the kitchen. There it licked at the piled gas cylinders, unleashing a conflagration of such... Read More »
On Repetition: Nietzsche, Art Basel, and the Venice Biennale
Mariano López Seoane translated by Pola Oloixarac
In fairy tales, curiosity, one of the forces that sets the story in motion, is always punished. This ancestral warning has stopped... Read More »
After Kenneth Goldsmith: an interview
Michael Romano and Kenneth Goldsmith
I.
I have a bunch of questions but they’re still pretty disorganized in my mind.
So let’s just shoot.... Read More »

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