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A: Sydney is beautiful! B: No, Sydney is cruel! A: No, Sydney is beautiful! B: No, Sydney is cruel! A: No, Sydney is beautiful! C: Sydney is beautiful and cruel. 2 Raskolnikov killed an old lady to make a point. 3 A sequence of disconnections 4 A: This is an asylum. B: No, this is an exile! A: No, this is an asylum! B: No, this is an exile! A: No, this is an asylum! C: This is an asylum and an exile. 5 The rays of sun as tough as one week's stubble 6 A line of beads in sand 7 A: Those lines don't cross... B: And yet, they are not parallel. A: They remind me of a ladder. B: They remind me of spokes from the wheel of time. A: They remind me of the cross. But only remind. 8 And dryness settles for long, forever, 9 Exile healed him. At the river bank covered with pale moss, with a prostitute beside him in a scarf scarlet as the lung blood, Raskolnikov eventually repented - not without the help of the old lady, now long dead and presumably free, who otherwise would have ended up miserably in an asylum. 10 A: Beauty is cruel. Take Sydney! B: But is cruelty beautiful? Take Raskolnikov! 11 O beautiful exile! O cruel asylum! 12 O rusty rails, where the West ends.
Sydney, 2008
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dream facilitation
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being modern is tiring, being traditional is boring from art disposable to art recyclable being disposable is modern, being recyclable is an art modern is disposable, being is recyclable pre-disposed to being from tradition to tradition being is a tiring art
a pre-recorded conversation with a friend from rest to rest the air tired to shake no lake, no sea, no sight light sliced the chopping board scrubbed with sand end of the river for today no al[li]teration allowed
music for prepared audience © ruark lewis from ear to ear from mouth to mouth south so near open string open letter open borders country open | country prepared keep clear stay at the distance travel in space gear from a 2$ shop in the whitespace a necklace of rusty nuts pays gold, the joy of a far-fared
no shade no space a stale deluge, dry spade aside
1976 | ancient theme park car park 1976 ruined more than rome (i went to school then, i was not even 10) a counter-tenor | up-to-date freed from capitals at last ("du Dom" | google it) do you still have that name? speed of sound: one mile per century past recorded | past replayed
koanic iconic holistic holy stick
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dislection
Sydney 2009
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