It is only just septem­ber and already leaves turn golden, orange and fall next to green apples, tart in the ukrain­ian sun­light out­side the window the wall of a metal train car­riage white number 406354 before we slowly glide sound­lessly away. 50 years ago, the train…

rock­ing of the train lurches from kiev to brat­is­lava, through wet forest. this jour­ney is odyssean, unfastened. i have swal­lowed the world and lost sight of land. i can hardly remem­ber where I began. this head­ache must be indi­ges­tion, a feeble attempt to pro­cess what…

i reas­ons to die: jewish, intel­lec­tual, queer refuses to bow to author­ity. who­ever’s call­ing the shots, i’m a goner ii forget forced marches: my lame leg would get me shot within forty paces iii news from siberia: the latvi­ans report stom­ach bugs, long queues, one…

from almost the first moment it was kant heide­g­ger niet­zche deleuze fou­cault you-name-it we name-dropped it, argued over rel­ev­ance and chal­lenged each other to define terms, over beer, over vodka, in the dank cabin, in the smoke filled bar, under the clear blue sky on…

I am heat and sap-riddled slug­gish pulse through skin­sack, breath comes shal­low, slow there is steam­heat in my drum­throb chest, water­heat on my sweat­brow feet hung limpid over tub-edge taking in air like a dog’s tongue. the ocean­foam is like skyc­louds i soak in…