No, this is not Johnny Depp, even though I think it is every time I see this self-portrait by Gustave Courbet.
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My book of poems
Human Shields (my band)
Poems
- An Accident and Two Coincidences (PDF)
- Campfire
- Classroom
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- Edge
- First Rain in Delhi
- Happening
- Highs in the Low Seventies
- Lace
- Mandolin
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- Strike
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- The Beekeeper
- The Director of Antiquities: A Photograph, 1953
- Thomas Hardy Listens to Louis Armstrong
- Those Who Wake at Night
- Yorick Sings
Translations of Poems
- A City Dweller (Réda)
- am my own zoo (Draesner)
- Chamber Heart (Duden)
- Five poems (Gräf)
- Graves (Sartorius)
- I shudder even now (Petri)
- in the year one, that was (Seiler)
- Ingeborg Bachmann Dies in Rome (Köhler)
- my birth year, sixty-three, that (Seiler)
- N. Crosses the Alps (Gräf)
- Responsorium (Duden)
- The Letter Scale (Réda)
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