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Share:FacebookTwitterLinkedinTumblrPrintPanic Never-to-be-caught, Now, falter me. The reined-in horse neighing, wide-eyed, made to be still, not happy yet closer, Now, to you—to being alive. Dear Anger, get me past the girls’ gate beyond all that God-sap, honey of sex flowing, heavy in their veins. ˜ I’m moving beyond all I adored. Come with Brutal Awareness.
Share:FacebookTwitterLinkedinTumblrPrintBelieve this: that they set their course by the Big Dipper’s rim, skirting its tin lip, the salt broth it ladles out. That they sight along the ramrod back of Cepheus’ throne, down the rhinestone folds of Cassiopeia’s gown. Allow that they might navigate the headwaters of Draco’s crocodile tears, these good night sailors, reckoning by their star compass. Watch, how Indigo Buntings—each its own feather-covered patch of daylight sky—turned loose under the planetarium’s false night, pass the test of the constellations.
Share:FacebookTwitterLinkedinTumblrPrint Iridescence Just when I’m most certain, an opposite intrudes. Walk with me. Here over the strand tracks confirm a presence until tidal sweep inundates impressions or scurries of sand abrade— ghosting our glyphs. A theorem, a belief: the in-between matters. Gapped by menace—cliff-fall, sea-surge—to devoutly fix an iridescent cloud, its droplets half-formed, prismed, or listen among the dunes where wind-hum resists bracketings of silence.
Share:FacebookTwitterLinkedinTumblrPrintAir-Breathing Life Sleeping beside you is like sharing the sheets with a fish reeled up on the boat deck the hook rooted firm in your angry, sweet mouth you twist and twist circles, spirals, your tail flaps and beats, slap, slap, slapping on the wooden planks I dodge your sharp scaly sides and wonder are you remembering a time when salt was your world and you didn’t want change, but gasped some strange new element.
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Share:FacebookTwitterLinkedinTumblrPrint This past October, public artist Leon Reid IV’s latest project “Tourist-in-Chief” was selected for realization by the 2011 Art In Odd Places festival. For one day, Reid transformed the classical equestrian statue of George Washington located in Union Square, NYC into a contemporary monument to tourism. Washington’s look was updated through the use of large scale props – such as an “I Love NY” hat, a camera, subway map, and shopping bags – to better reflect the current social climate of Union Square Park while also sparking people’s curiosity as to what Washington’s role was in New York City history.
Share:FacebookTwitterLinkedinTumblrPrint Subtly rendered graphite musings surrounded by vast areas of white paper, the drawings of David Poolman contain both an aching sweetness and a sense of foreboding. What I want to say – but shouldn’t – is that the work is pathetic, in the most impressive of ways. It inspires a quiet sense of empathy, the source of which is not entirely nameable.