yes, art can exist in a vacuum. it doesn’t matter, for instance, where this road comes from or where it leads, or why it’s
The limitless choices of the dispossessed clutter the park. Benches, well-lit day rooms, and clean laughter from a past that, confess it, was never
Translated by Adam J. Sorkin with the poet Without knowing the bounds, he lives beyond them. Great green oceans of leaves blanket the sky,