Christos Ikonomou

Sep 11, 2023 | thebaffler.com | Sam Sax |Christos Ikonomou |Fady Joudah

you can smell it soon as you enter the state caught from space the pools look like wounds in the earth cut precise and surgically pink hundreds of millions live and die inside the factory waste falls through the slats & slides into pits stored in the open to be sprayed onto crops which are fed to the pigs’ children pink viscous circle some humans mistake the spray for rain some children open their mouths to catch faith on their tongues the rain makes its way into homes even with the windows...

May 9, 2023 | thebaffler.com | Christos Ikonomou |Yücel Kayıran

the ladder rising to the sky(after the soil seethes upthis is not Jacob’s ladderMount Ahır, Engizek . . . Öksüz . . . Berit . . . Zeytun Springs . . . Blood River Bridge . . . Yeşilgöz Gorgefrom the deep comes the resolve of the upsurgein the beginning the earth must be flatangels return from the cloudsdown below, humid sleep, divine silencedown below, no ladders, no ladders . . . Death withoutthe Angel of Death converted to money’s dust heredawn deferred . . . daylight dimmed, like a vigil . . .