love language love
lengua love lengua
lagos love lagos
love lakes love 
love Lagos love
love logos love
love locas love 
locura love locura 

how do we get so far 
away from ourselves 
and from each other
how do we get back 
and how do we know
what we must go and
fetch and what we 
must leave behind?

i missed easter this year
thank god!
i was too busy resurrecting
dead relationships
old arguments 
roman doctrines 
that still 
enslave
partus sequitur ventrem

i missed easter this year
thank god!
i was too busy 
to carry that
      X

did we kill the author 
because we didn’t want 
to think about their nastiness
because we didn’t want
to think about ourselves
because we didn’t want
to live? 

Sandra Lahire was a central member of the feminist and experimental filmmaking community in London in the 1980s and 1990s. She made ten 16mm films, most of them under half an hour in length. Marked by corporeal vulnerability – her own, that of the female body, the body of the earth, the body of film – Lahire’s work proposes a comparison between the violence committed by patriarchal society against women and that committed by humans against the non-human world.
— Read on www.another-screen.com/a-moving-x-ray-seven-by-sandra-lahire

I went to the store and found a bottle of beer half-drunk in the stairway near the exit. What the hell, I thought, and took a swig. There was a leftover cigarette butt from somebody’s smoke break and I ended up spilling on my suede shoes. Fuck.