poems by T.S. Hidalgo
Song-objection-obsession, facing a grave not William Carlos Williams’ In a tank, the cited obsession. A prosperous eccentric, war veteran, decides, every once in a while, to steamroll the door of a nearby cemetery,
poems by T.S. Hidalgo
Kanovitz’s Vernissage, by Haneke (The McDonaldization of terrorism) George Ritzer and a corner are not the same thing: enclosed, the vernissage fifteen, in an unending McDonald’s, in the attic of a skyscraper,
poems by T.S. Hidalgo
Insomnia Saigon, shit: it’s Saigon, it’s jet lag, and I’m not a big Valium fan, or of counting sheep (or of reading Conrad),