I LICK IT OFF THE TILES
prologue: the Greek sage reeked heavenly,
with earth’s spine beneath me
(as Virginia had said it; Orlando had felt it)
I stomped mountains at dusk,
yellow streets at dawn
read Rimbaud together with the big, old snake of the lavender gardens
nights played like high fevers,
as I worked my way through Spanish mountains...
staring all day at an endless sun and also at Paco (not endless,
my neighbour)
DIARY, 2017 — 2019
harvest came, then I went—to taste the seas and
love, yes love, I fell in love
afterwards I learned how to love, (amongst other
things), but first of all
I had to fall.
[I now think that all things both begins and ends
with falling]
his beauty was [...] &”!(¤!)¤(=%)Q=¤)=¤!”!#¤%%”#)=X?
[I melted on his tongue like a cube of white sugar]
harvest came, then I went—to taste the seas and
love, yes love, I fell in love
afterwards I learned how to love, (amongst other
things), but first of all
I had to fall.
[I now think that all things both begins and ends
with falling]
his beauty was [...] &”!(¤!)¤(=%)Q=¤)=¤!”!#¤%%”#)=X?
[I melted on his tongue like a cube of white sugar]















































-UNDER CONSTRUCTION-