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18 Fragments: In the Wake of Every Day

“It is life, yes?” Bernado the Wandering Argentinian ate his potatoes. I sat on bags of cement mix. “It is life.”

Damon Falke
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Wes Kline
Aug 12, 2022
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This is the third installment of the “18 Fragments” collection by Wes Kline and Damon Falke. If you haven't read the other two selections ("At Work" and "A Russian Poet"), you can find links to them at the end of the piece. Thank you for reading!


On a Monday morning the bus stopped, as a herd of reindeer scattered in front of it. I could not see the reindeer at first, but when we looked out of the window, we could see a reindeer running through the snow towards the sea. The reindeer…the snow…the sea… We can never live this again.

photo by Wes Kline


Before we finished work on a Friday afternoon, Bernado the Wandering Argentinian sat in a chair eating cold mashed potatoes. We sat together in the cellar of the building where we both work. The company had taken down the barracks where we normally took breaks and ate, but Bernado the Wandering Argentinian had not been told about this. 

 “My friend,” he said to me, “what is it with this cold?” 

“It’s only cold,” I said, “The cold is not your enemy.” 

“I understand, my friend. I understand. The cold is not my enemy.” 

He set the Tupperware container of mashed potatoes beside his chair. He then hunched over and folded his hands together. 

 “I should be a gigolo.” 

For a moment I thought he said he should be a gigolo again. 

“But no. I am too old for that shit.” 

“You still have time.” 

 He looked at me and said, “We could be gigolos together! We could start a show— Los Caballeros! You are from Texas, yes? You have a cowboy hat?” 

“I have a cowboy hat.” 

He shrugged and picked up his Tupperware and sat it down again. 

 “It is life, yes?” 

“It is life.” 

We were quiet afterwards. Bernado the Wandering Argentinian ate his potatoes, and I sat on bags of cement mix.

photo by Wes Kline

It was on a Saturday when the bowl of apples on the kitchen counter reminded me of a poem Laura Jackson sent two decades ago. 

Applesauce making 
day; friend of a friend dies; write 
ways to celebrate    
photo by Wes Kline

Still thinking of Laura that day, I read notes I had made while staying at her place four years ago:  

The Systems View of Life: A Unifying Vision—Fritjof Capra, Pier Luigi Luisi 

A Field Guide to Rocky Mountain Wild Flowers—John J. Craighead 

Writings—Agnes Martin 

St. Nadie in Winter: Zen Encounters with Loneliness—Terrance Keenan 

Georgia O’Keefe: A Portrait—Alfred Stieglitz 

The Art of Greek Cookery—The Women of St. Paul’s Greek Orthodox Church and Art Seiden

Second Space: New Poems—Czeslaw Milosz   

photo by Wes Kline

But that glad word—home—
Is known to no one now.
We all look through foreign panes

At the end of every day, clothes are piled on the office floor. I can hardly go from the door to the desk without stumbling on something—knives, shears, a hardhat, and books, a calendar someone gave me only last year.

photo by Wes Kline

Read the previous “18 Fragments” installments from Damon Falke and Wes Kline:

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18 Fragments: A Russian Poet
Like “At Work,” the sequence for “A Russian Poet” is part of a larger collection of vignettes shared between myself and the photographer Wes Kline. I have forgotten why I chose to read Akhmatova’s Selected Poems, though her line “It was a bad time for heart” hasn’t been easy to shake. As much as I go on finding myself in Akhmatova’s moments, there are d…
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10 months ago · 9 likes · 1 comment · Damon Falke and Wes Kline
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18 Fragments: At Work
“At Work” is a sequence taken from a larger collection of vignettes and images put together by me and the photographer Wes Kline. The collection is called 18 Fragments. Our collaboration began in late 2020. At that time, I was catching a bus every morning and riding it to construction sites in the city. The city is about an hour from where I live…
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10 months ago · 7 likes · 1 comment · Damon Falke and Wes Kline

Damon Falke is the author of, among other works, The Scent of a Thousand Rains, Now at the Uncertain Hour, By Way of Passing, and Koppmoll (film). He lives in northern Norway.

Wes Kline is an artist and faculty at New College of Florida, having taught previously at New Mexico State University, the University of Florida, and at St. Lawrence University. He earned his MFA in Studio Art from the University of Illinois, Chicago in 2005. His research and work looks at "minor" pivots in modernist narratives, focusing specifically on ecology, language and performance in proximity to architecture, philosophy and meta-modernism. He has shown his work nationally and internationally and teaches courses in photography and extended media, including video, installation and sound.


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Anthony Head
Aug 15, 2022Author

I especially like to read Damon's writing before I'm to get my blood pressure checked. I pull off of I-35, roar up to the clinic, sit in my car and pull out a copy of By Way of Passing. After a few pages I could pass a lie-detector test, much less a BP reading. I hope more people take the time to read Damon's stuff. The life they save could be mine.

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Tabby Ivy
Aug 12, 2022Author

you once again bring me/draw me ever so gently into your world. and Wes's photography holds me there a bit longer. wonderful work you guys!

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