February 2013
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krevinblatz:
I like remembering the times the sugar crystals crushed in my teeth, when the coffee was an overture of our riotous summer warmth passion, before the bitter gnash reframed every gulp— and I see now that it takes a few cups to learn how you love it, and a lifetime of upset stomachs to know it when it’s gone.
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August 2012
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“I am sorry for the things I have done / thank you for coming” was an inaugural-cum-retrospective exhibit by Kevin Bott. His performance consisted of sitting in a red wingback chair and watching a digitally-projected slideshow of the collected photographs, animations and prints he made throughout his college career. He wore headphones through which ambient music, akin to Alvin...
March 2012
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December 2011
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Watchexercise in constructing phenomena #1, 2011
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come into the water, they said i lament, feet in concrete, i do not know how.
yearn oceanic breeze, being trapped outside it a pull into the direction
to yield a result pulled down, sand on my cheek
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my fading pictures could not swat gnat’s pecking at my sleep-aid pixels work trucks outside have started; men are breaking old concrete like their backs turned against them and the waxing sun i finally snapped gnat little bastard now there’s guts on my window out
morning love song, 2011
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