Vampire

Save Me from Myself

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‘We exist in a world of mirrors: if we break them, we disappear

at the same stroke.’

 

Chris Marker

Lining

In Course

Renault

A Body

Ribs

The ribs of language

Crackling

Sighing

Beneath the undertones of absence

Some warm feet take place

Fish

The Bissagos has a unique tradition of matriarchy, whereby it is the women who choose their husbands and terminate the matrimony; in Orango they make a single plate of food (often a traditional fish-eye platter) for the spouse-to-be, who agrees to the marriage by eating of the fish.

The Angel of History

A Klee drawing named “Angelus Novus” shows an angel looking as though he is about to move away from something he is fixedly contemplating. His eyes are staring, his mouth is open, his wings are spread. This is how one pictures the angel of history. His face is turned toward the past. Where we perceive a chain of events, he sees one single catastrophe that keeps piling ruin upon ruin and hurls it in front of his feet. The angel would like to stay, awaken the dead, and make whole what has been smashed. But a storm is blowing from Paradise; it has got caught in his wings with such violence that the angel can no longer close them. The storm irresistibly propels him into the future to which his back is turned, while the pile of debris before him grows skyward. This storm is what we call progress.

Walter Benjamin