Today I Made A Zine, I Cannot Believe It Sold Out Within A Couple Hours. It’s Filled With My Recent

Gold Corner, New York City

Joel Meyerowitz, 1974

Ron van der Werf

Ananta Prayitno with Martian Press

Desire Paths is a zine featuring poems and illustrations created in loving ignorance of intent through the assistance of multiple AI scramblers and randomizers.

Printed in Violet, Bright Red & Black; 40 pages on gray paper.

Stephen Kenn & Simon Miller :: The Inheritance Armchair

Toji Temple Flea Market, Kyoto

Gregory dances. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him experience joy before. It’s weird.

vibes

The Italians have a word for the store of poems you have in your head: a gazofilacio […] in its original language it actually means a treasure chamber of the mind. The poems I remember are the milestones marking the journey of my life. And unlike paintings, sculptures or passages of great music, they do not outstrip the scope of memory, but are the actual thing, incarnate.

Clive James, ‘The poems I remember are the milestones marking the journey of my life,’ The Guardian (26 September 2020)

Maryam Nassir Zadeh

little dance finished :)