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Since I’ve decided to revolutioni… since ” decided ”
i An opposing force nestles closer —to the four square of its joint the nimbus divides at an unfaded s… and the naughts are shuffled at th…
sound opens sound shank of globe strings… something like images are here opening up avenues to view a dome a distant clang reaches the edific…
At sunset from the top of the stai… the castle mallets wrenched from t… fell from ambush into flame flew i… above the stoneware a latch like m… the green; he stood waist high und…
On a wall shadowed by lights from… is the screen. Icons come to it dr… and their eyes reflect the journey… eyes reach from level earth. Narra… the room where the screen waits su…
The world is going upstairs and some people of whom Frederick Kiesler didn’t approve
Words after all are syllables just and you put them in their place
That there should never be air in a picture surprises me. It would seem to be only a picture of a certain kind, a portrait in p… or glue, somewhere a stickiness
Each artist embarks on a personal… An artist may take introspective r… Or so they say in Barcelona when… In our country it is a water sprin… Colors often break themselves into…
On this dry prepared path walk hea… This is not “dinner music.” This… heavy as eyelids. Beams are laid. The master cuts m… Sound lays the structure. Sound l…
Pieces clung to bedclothes. In th… Grass covered the dream of a serpe… dream turned into an opera. It was the opera that made the dre… in any country, could be Antarctic…
After so many hours spent in the r… One wonders what the room will do. Whether speech or action will be f… And whether the weather will be fi… To begin.
Once more riding down to Venice o… the air free of misdemeanor, at re… Once again whiteness like the whit… Echoes of other poems...
In the past we listened to photogr… Alive, active. What had been dist… Pushed us forward, emptying the… Erasure. In the city of X, they lived toge…
Others about the embarking have reasons. I holding shreds carpenter leavings. Motions in the wind,