Berlin 2013

[wooslider slider_type="slides" slide_page="berlin-2013" thumbnails="true" direction_nav="true" limit=12]It's almost not thereBerlin builds, forgets itself.Ost: A bitter pilsLooking for SchliemannWho searched for Troy. Vast hallwaysEgypt will kill meJust fragments remainIn Mary's face such sorrowHis eyes still openOld Mies van der RoheIf you make a large clean spaceThey'll fill it with crapLet's judge our citiesAnew. Old bikes and hijabsAnd naked childrenNightingales at duskWith wine and food we listenAs the wall comes downSummer. Berlin sweatsSeek cool breezes under treesListen: dervish songsSo Berlin is poorAnd bright wildflowers spill fromUntended spacesHurry through this rainFind that cafe, where we ateWild garlic pestoGnocchi, salad, wine.How can you know any placeWithout a kitchen?We are barbariansKilling, farting, & shoutingLike empty giantsPhotos and text by Rohan Quinby, the photo editor of carte blanche.