Nathaniel Parker Raymond

Everybody’s been buried lately, or maybe that’s just this variegated disconnect, an interaction affect painted in disuse. Waning discipline of touch, of small-talking to semi-strangers. A slow self-burial, now still, surrounded by the soil of insistence. Idle hands pulling – piling – on ever more while the figure makes no other movement. Interred, wide-eyed, in the […]

Fight no one. Keep out of mind the absurdity of the brevity and the precarity of all of this—gestures broadly at everything—and then see somehow in the face of a stranger in a car turning past you at an intersection some fleeting facet of the face of your mother, your sister, your someone, and remember […]

At night I consider the calm open hand filled with the possibility of infinite self-negation, yet an empty reflection defined only by the background brightness which limns it. The low hum of prevarication and pretext coupled with endless numb nothingness which can only be the revelation of incoherence sounding loudly. It heralds the long faces […]