1
Whatever is obsolete is free for the taking.
I have a box full of photographs I've taken of clouds! The process is one of
clinging to outlaw fragments floating around me. Pointless weirdness gets old
fast, but I can’t help myself. Buddy Holly looked right at my mother at the
show in Duluth three days before the plane crash.
2
While waiting in the express lane (a serious
misnomer!) at the supermarket, I study the candy rack and then the magazines,
my eyes catching on the cover of People, even though none of the names in the
megawatt rainbow lettering are familiar to me, or their disembodied faces
either, and I’m struck, not for the first time, by our casual insertions into
ideological circuits, but mostly by the fact that I’m somewhere on the fringes
of an ever-moving mass, like the sick and the weak and the slow, easy meals for
lions and hyenas.
3
We stop in front of
the stained glass of Abraham raising the knife. Who is that, you ask, Elijah?
The exhibit goes on for another five white, sterile rooms. Behind every work of
art lies an uncommitted crime, Abraham grasping Isaac’s hair. It’s the season’s
hottest trend, an ongoing crisis of representation, populated by ghosts and old
men. I have a hole in my head I want you to fill with a tongue kiss.
Fire Is
the Other Animal
A collage based on Heather S.J.
Steglia, Water Runs To What Is Wet
(Burning Deck, 1980)
I live in the reign
of sparrows
Bird tracks
make circles
in my palms
What isn’t is
We have left
bones in the forest
& dark swans
under the water
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