after James Bidgood’s ‘Pink Narcissus (1971)‘ it was real because you dreamt it was realfantasy upon fantasy upon fantasydream until dream is more physical than physicalloneliness as an intimacy with lonelinessbodies carved from the nakedness of bodiesa dream as an intricately crafted physical placea constructed set within a set spacethe force of perspective forceda realityContinue reading “JD Howse: I’ve Grown So Lonesome”
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