POEMS :: ABENDLAND :: INDEX

A picture of some graffiti on a wall in Ljubljana, Slovenia These poems were all written while travelling through the USA and Europe in July and August 2005. Sarah's travel blog provides some contextual writing and photos.

Homesick Alone In An Airport Tintin & the Death Star Kunst-Wet Phone the Sky Abendland Another Death Star Landschaft (Mit Gerhard Richter) Marijuana (In My Mind) Baudelaire in Bruxelles Dachau Unter Dem Radar Marienbr�cke Teenage Mutant Ninja Führer A Clockwork Poem D�rer: Innsbruck 2005 Craptastica Do Not Feed the Tourists Route 666 Travelling Types In the Ljubljana Rain We Were Really Here Ethnographic Relationship City Käthy Kruse Pink City Interface District Split 7" "Summer In Sipan" Abandoned Youth Camp Martello Tower Pigtails Le Tan Jihad (Ultra Mild) Citadels & Crosses Mit Gas! The Two Faces of Zlatyu Boyadziev Death In Dubrovnik Subterrannean Yellowcake Alien Stari Most Goražde Fast Flowing Rivers Infa Riot It's A Mountain Macho: Tour Belgrade Wakes Up Koala Strawberries Da! Oh Bulgaria Sofia Dogs A Chara / Is Mise Eire Supply 18 Fields Recreational Rioting Gaeltacht! Mná Fir Swans of Galway Chinese Boys Dublin Gulls An Air Walt Whitman Service Area Thomas Pynchon & America Yield Washington Sirens Super Power Pillion Foil Bridges Ice Before Highways Yo La Tengo

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