riots and/or poetics [6/2018]

“[…] But here: distillation, composition, narrow-mindedness; and the oppressive summers: the heat isn’t without respite, but given that good weather is in everyone’s interests, and that everyone is a pig, I hate how summer kills me when it appears even briefly. […] The worst is that all of this will bother you as much as it will. It seems for the best that you read and walk as much as possible. Reason enough not to remain confined to offices and homes. Mindlessnesses must be given free reign, far from confinement. I am not about to be selling balm, but I imagine…

Miyó Vestrini

  XII (from NEXT WINTER) for Luis Camilo I get up I do not get up I hate I fuck I hit a motorcyclist with malice aforethought I surrender to the Oedipus complex I wander I carefully study the differences between dysrhythmia – psychosis – schizophrenia – neurosis – depression – syndrome – panic and I’m horny left alone in the house when everyone is asleep I buy a magazine that costs six U.S. dollars they steal my best friend’s wallet they grab me I push him I murder him I remember the umbrella of Amsterdam and the rain And…