The Alan Sondheim Mail Archive

December 20, 2010

errors of my colonialist ways

a continent away I watch Phantoms of Nabua, here in sunnier safer climes,
the fires and crackles, trimmed cartoons portending the end of the western
quarterly, when Julu Twine loses hir appearance, takes on the anxiety of
translucent cartoons, blood battles are forgotten as a torso sputters,
were profferings, watchers, hir offerings morsels of cheap surrealism
against the tripled reality of the projection by Apichatpong
Weerasethakul, Phantoms of Nabua

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