# 37 Adam Zdrodowski, Warsaw “For the streets turning into a marketplace everyday; For the fact that that you refreshed drowsy flowers in your hair;” (Ilhan Berk, “Thank You,” Selected Poems, trans. Önder Otçu and Murat Nemet-Nejat, Jersey City, New Jersey: Talisman House 2004)
Snowing in NYC. December 29, 2012
Who understands hook horror, hours, honey who understands home Who understands home lips lifts, lists, lines It’s a long wheel, a long weight, a long weave, a long way back
Hap-piness has been shown to in-crease with a higher GDP per capita, at least up to a level of $15,000 per person.
“Daddy, Daddy,” says the 63-year-old woman not without emotion. Daddy. Hospitalized on Christmas morning, released today, December 28. Three days of utter confusion and discomfort for him. Three days of uncertainty for the family. Now released for palliative home care. We are entering another phase. “Daddy, Daddy,” I whisper into his ear from 3100 miles …
No more Digi Beta, DCP or Blu Ray. “Check your filmmaker’s link, Miss. We sent a notice a few days ago”. December 28, 2012.