transi(en)t lines

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Poetry
a platform on a newly constructed line.
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a silhouette against maize acrylic tiles
engraved with a name, repeated in Johnston or Gotham
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a sound floor – persistent mechanical murmur, mur à mur,
he listens into the tunnel,
predicting which side the next train would arrive from
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or walks down the platform. up the platform.
his exit will be closer to this end, in this direction
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in some cities subway cars loop
even on lines that have an end and a beginning,
two beginnings, two ends
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in other places: marginal networks, waiting quays -
the places his imagination wanders,
as light signals flicker indicating immediate destinations
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a tunnel at the end of a line built during your childhood.
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thought randomization, pt. I

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Poetry / Reflections

quelques autre pensées avant de s’assoupir
j’oublie peut-être comment m’exprimer,
pas ce soir, mais toujours.

I’ve come to think that the language I express myself in, the medium I choose for what I have to say – should I write, photograph, create moving images? – isn’t actually all that important. I think that, with time, I would like to learn to create across disciplines, indiscriminately. An idea, a word, an image, moving or otherwise, what are their relative weights? I’ll attempt to randomize forms of expression, create narratives that carry over, that purposely lack an ending, a middle a beginning – structures stretching across themselves, replaying endlessly perhaps. These are the ideas I am currently interested in.