Observing Silence

the day (or night) is green she plays upon a blue guitar she does not play things as they are hearing in the air messages un emitted unadmit...

The axis of desire uniting them authorises a semidyliic interpretation of the two actants as a virtuoso performer subject and an object inst...

There has occurred however the telescoping of the flute-player into a stereotyped foreshortened faun piping right to left on the rectangle o...

On hot July days, the wall opposite cast a brilliant, harsh light into the damp little courtyard. Underneath this heat there was a great voi...

In the morning she leapt from her bed early, dashed about the apartment, tart, tense, bursting with shouts and gestures, with gasps of anger...

‘Come with me, let’s go have a look at the Southern Cross,’ he says. He walks out in front of us all the way to the end of the alley, over b...

It’s a dizziness that stems from the sea, like a kind of spell cast by the sun and the reflections that is befuddling me and draining my ene...