by JL Jacobs | Dec 13, 2022 | Art, Poetry
Art: Feux d Artifice sur Canal Saint-Martin, Paris by Boré Ivanoff Taken at the Flood “There is a tide in the affairs of men, which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune; Omitted, all the voyage of their life is bound in shallows and in...
by JL Jacobs | Mar 11, 2021 | Art, Poetry
Art: Analyses cela, huile sur lin by Boré Ivanoff The Radioactive Wonder Boy Are you happy? I’m happ- ening in two spaces at once Jump when they call you Call you, it’s all you’ve got A worn-down...
by JL Jacobs | Aug 28, 2020 | Art, Poetry
Art: Paris, Cinema, Decadance by Boré Ivanoff The Myth Of A Divided Self The dark and heavy crystal paperweights Are all gone, replaced and carried away, By the careful heart beats of a new age Fear, trapped, in a very world wide web. Only their broken spine,...
by JL Jacobs | Dec 18, 2019 | Poetry
* It has nothing to do with the banjo –this chair aches for wheels that will rust, wobble the way riverbeds grow into something else –where there was a mouth, there’s now wet dirt and with a single gulp the Earth is drained by a compass that points to where...
by JL Jacobs | Nov 15, 2019 | Poetry
A portrait of the artist as an artist When I first wake, the bed is already in the other room. A streetcar. A candle falls into the fire. In the next dream, a trestle bridge does nothing. The stream is at the lowest part of the valley. Après une petit-dejeuner, je...
