jute gyte

Griefdrone 

Palimpsest 

Like the Woodcutter Sawing His Hands 

The Inexpressible Loneliness of Thinking 

The Rib 

Refusing a Heavenly Mansion 

New Plastic 

The Natural Poverty of Our Feeble and Mortal Condition 

Consciousness Is Nature’s Nightmare 

The Foam That Flows from the Mouths of Wild Boars 

The Harvesting of Ruins 

At the Limit of Fertile Land 

Droste 

Forces of Self-Shedding 

Flux and Permanence 

Prosopons 

The Fire of This 

I Am in Athens and Pericles Is Young 

Mice Eating Gold 

Endless Moths Swarming 

The Unformed Volcanic Earth 

Semen Dried into the Silence of Rock and Mineral 

Grief of New Desire 

Angelus Novus 

Dissected Grace 

Machinery That Renders Debt Infinite 

Death 

Pain and Wrath Are the Singers 

The Wine-Halls Are Crumbling 

Ship of Theseus 

03. A Wind Upon the Open Fields