(unquote) a continuation
A building cast in water, the reflection of architecture
the storage of grain, which, among other tribal systems of conservation,
comes to mind for the beauty of its practical houses
Lost among the grain, mice sleep, missing, perhaps even from themselves
birds have subsided for the moment. The sky is a world of ringing bells.
Nose up, eyes open. We used to give them to my mother, ceramic statues
of labeled bird species, believing she loved them. Though it was us she
How you find yourself, when weeding poison ivy, reaching to pull it by
the vine as if touching it in a deeper part could bypass an allergy; as
if reactions where only reactions to the surfaces of things. But what
is a life well lived?
The historicism of design preoccupied with concerns of authenticity produced
expanse of signifiers but in this grappling to actualize signifiers true
authenticity is lost.
the vertical + horizontal… the respective tensions of suspension and
And then I do not know what happened. There was very water held back
air. Birds and fish. Very little freedom. Tightness of stomach and breath.
someone laughing. A face muted by spinning, arms out, to the ankles, to
the knees, in
skin colored water.
There is the small fact of my life on my block where we are too found
to follow; where,
when we put too much trash in the pail on the corner the trash men took
the pail away
from us and the landlord said, you know, they took the pail away because
it was being
abused. He said, suitably braced by desire, an extreme must be synonymous