Glimpses of Chris working under the sun Digging a hole because that was fun A pond? No. It became a swimming pool And there were jumps into the cool of OX4 parties his young Werther look with sorrow sometimes, sometimes not his chiselled jaws and square glasses and did he wear a wig once? Goethe am Oxford The cheekiness of Chris… I remember us two gazing metaphorically in front of a neon he had just planted into the soil at an exhibition in the Botanic gardens and we quoted Derrida and Bourdieu yeah right or one of them anyway while the intelligentsia gathered near us to gasp and discuss this piece of …. shit I forgot what I wanted to say, oh yeah, that’s it The seriousness of Chris always ordering The same chicken tikka dish at Dosa Till last time I saw him, it was different then, A faraway look, and no meat
М.К. Я увидела Бога три раза и с тех пор ничего Нет я вру... а с тех пор ты была И я была тоже, здесь, с тобой я дышала. Суббота... не знаю что делать -самоубийство? Конечно нет... я читаю стихи и мне очень скучно Я жду между временем и приду в себя Я убиваю всё идею о тебе, медленно, но верно. J'ai vu Dieu trois fois et puis rien non je mens... et puis toi et moi aussi j'existais, avec toi je respirais. Samedi... je ne sais pas quoi faire -me suicider? Bien-sûr que non... je lis des poèmes et je m'ennuie j'attends entre les temps et je reviens à moi-même je tue toute idée de toi, lentement mais sûrement.
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