|Fanculo! says Nicolas|
Report by David.
Photos by Marie Lutz. More here
What do I remember from that far off night?
Magda drifting into oblivion…
Gary’s quick fish…
Marie Lutz & Christelle’s altercation on a bus…
Kate’s jazz over the drowned city.
Then Nicolas the barman interrupting with his poem (partly written by Alberto and me, it has to be said):
Fanculo! Fanculo! Fanculo!
I keep hearing it from the apartment downstairs.
What does it mean? Do you know?
I like to think they are words of love.
Fanculo! say it like you say I love you.
|The do do ron à la Jason, a tragic optimist.|
Ah, Patrick… Declan McManus’s oily slick on a wind-up world.
Then Lucy overheard on a Thursday afternoon.
I like to think that Jason was reminding us of what St Paul said: “I do not understand what I do. For what I want to do, I do not do, but what I hate, I do.” Do do do not judge for yourself with his recording here.