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Portraits: Paper and Clay

Robert Kato, Emotional Biomes — Then I arrived at the capital, vaguely saturatedwith fog and rain. What streets were those?The garments of 1921 were breedingin an ugly smell of gas, coffee, and bricks.I walked among the students without understanding,pulling the walls inside me, searchingeach day into my poor poetry for the branches,the drops of rain, and the moon, that had been lost.I went deep into it for help, sinkingeach evening into its waters, graspingenergies I could not touch, the seagulls of a deserted sea,until I closed my eyes and was shipwrecked in the middleof my own body. - Pablo Neruda, Friends on the Road (1921)   … [Read more...]