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Fat Drop Song

February gives us thinking waterstrees of dessicated lacereeds hanging on memories of yellowness The pause, the somnolence, the hard work between the desert and ecstasy Then shoots of crocus grow fresh nervesin last night’s snow banks.And fat drops of melting … Continue reading

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Of Fiancés and Saplings

Poor fools!  Shivering but starting its percolation, sap begins to rise in February. It has listened to the light, like others:young shoots and lovers in strappy gowns  with bare legs and backs who beat the dullwinter ache; no badger in a snug, … Continue reading

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Secret Face – Upon Observing Barbara Kruger’s Installation

A parking lot with rain:How jagged the concreteHow silken its puddles Its poured-out watery silhouettesMagic concentric circlesFast like a dazzling tap dancerWhose moves outpace the eyeOr a spinning vinyl in black light How the mind anticipates what it seesHow a camera … Continue reading

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Wind Chill Symphonic

Frost from people’s mouths, and vaporslike chilled aerosol rolling across a blurred surface,and wind, a muffled character from offstage unwinding its repression; now sandals won’t do. An artist made me hear silence with hisviolin; at first, the irritation of a bow … Continue reading

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Winter’s Other

Lushly, thicklya polar bear hibernatesunder our infinite skies,  in our midst:bristling white visiting behemoth. From my tiny pane,I see its heavylugubrious breathing see its lungs, and firrise and fall in branch and mindand rise again.

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Memo for the Next Year

When I said I believed in lightness, I wasn’t kidding.  Over and over, I return –not to escapism or fantasy or ostrich necks–but to dissolving solidity, breaking up the world’s fixity.   My holidays – as if a wild angel came reeling from the … Continue reading

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Third Eye

“A writer should write with his eyes and a painter paint with his ears,” Gertrude Stein famously said, in a tumult of the senses.  She was echoing Picasso, and the motif echoes loudly – as a rose is a rose is … Continue reading

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Lightness Lost and Found

Lightness of spirit! I had been chasing my joie de vivre, wondering where it could be hiding. I had been on the front lines of culture wars, in the trenches, laboring to talk to all sides. I was looking for … Continue reading

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A Spectacle and Nothing Strange

Rain in Paris, great whorls of it spinning, falling as knotted string, strung pearls, bird’s nests,gray hair, wire barbed or not, cat gut, old paint brushes,tumbleweeds.  Clean your hairbrush, bad curtainsin strips, cloud shreds, albumen, cauldrons of bouillon, cassette ribbons, phlegm and … Continue reading

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To Spill; a Sequin Jacket; Public Opinion

His sequin jacket, so tight last night,scatters itself across the water. Parts always made up his whole,the reveler never believed in Absolutes;   nor did trees who say enough to a green monolith,and spangle into scarlet, rust, cranberry. Opinion these days, … Continue reading

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