A blue light radiates from my clothing. Midwinter. Clattering tambourines of...– Tomas Tranströmer, ‘Midwinter’ in The Sorrow Gondola, trans. McGriff and Gass HM (via asymptotejournal)
Whatever we say we know there is another language under this one– W. S. Merwin, from ‘To the Tongue’ in Present Company HM (via asymptotejournal)
maribethkeane: Ron Jude from Lago
Finding the shape in the woods: Robert Adams... →
A beautiful interview of Robert Adams by Peter Brown.