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High Resolutionmasahisa fukase
I lived in Japan for six years, and some part of me is still there. I remember the crows in Tokyo, the black dots of Ibaraki, crows so unafraid of you and so in love with glittering and black they might pluck out your eyes just to get close. “They are smart,” some would say. “They are thinking.” In Japan the power lines, electrical wiring systems, superconductors, grids—words I don’t know well—are the roadside temples of night driving like the green lights in the field from Tsukuba to Bando, Bando to Moriya. They built a rail system to Tokyo. Forty minutes of electricity. I’m not yet sure what this photograph by Fukase-san means to me, but I could be with those crows, be back there in that grain of speaking backwards Japanismo, eyeless with those crows. Yes, some part of me is still there, some still part.
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Traumathurge
Somewhere I speak Chloe Sevigny and Isabella Adjani to Arcturus. But in order to tear us apart, Gallo and Neill would have to project themselves like holographic vapors of transcendence. Here is the Traumathurge where we meet and become dirt.
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Battle Lion
Click to view Battle Lion: Jamie Grefe on GLOSSI.COM
This short magazine showcases six previously unpublished pieces and features original photographs from Michigan, Tokyo, and Hainan. The following pieces appear in this issue: “Sitting Fire,” “Fifth Folio: Production Notes,” “Knuckling Water,” “Apple Tongue,” “Battle Lion,” and “For Nick Cave.” I hope to make more of these Glossi’s in the future. Thank you for reading.
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Jamie Grefe: fiction, poetry, essays
