dior swimsuit mirror

I thought Rachel Cusk had said she'd reached the end of the English sentence. I guess not. modern society, its limerances, the resolutions of the concussed void. The apostate's awareness. In my smile the mother's smile. As simple as.

pollock-krasner

I was in the grace of thingliness, I was in the breaming The sea Lifting not   to hear

neither there, nor in a forgotten for 

this flapping 

tail to hull 

the ascending body, an application myrrh myrrh 

our scent, search poised to form, he tells me

Marden's last look at 

Saint Jack 

of mobile bild, a way

Forward, the line at the base of the ark are you bent

writing into line eternal end facing Fuentes, Proust we wish to know no whelm 

to walk, as you do, on

Mer mer

The death of MJ

The first event of the twenty-first century (2009)

Violet the fugitive

PV23-37. Desire wings to facial turn, pursuit, seek, hide

The pile

 

Day passed to more day, reverent, I have no disbelief

I continue my arrangements I make more I pile on

I clear away I smell bristly soil mulch 

I look at Giacometti ensouled by Lee Miller, rat-skit solarization

I do not splash

Do you think I am dumb, Elliot says, when she says, Elliot do not go on there

I don’t think you’re dumb, I think sometimes you’re not a good listener

When at first she walked the children by 

No climbing up the mountain, she says, because they want the dirt perfectly in a pile

On the return Elliot was at risk for climbing the mountain 

For disturbing the pile

Because he sometimes doesn’t listen

I would listen and disturb

I gather round the voice true I fear it

We bow and we become erect 

Penelope

When we were people around trees I didn’t take the tree too seriously I knew it had a heart and that I was one, that was my magnetism pre-time lit up. Then we came to sit around the voice and with it a body electrified torn asunder the tree tore from its roots our heart as I knew none of my companions now and they knew not me. So I followed the tree. I would go as it went and where it went at first I was blind to, I heard some things, yes. I heard the speaking heart that was inside no longer, that from a way's away said go on faster and again and soon I began to use my eyes, needling my hands I mean, I began to weave and in the weaving I was assured for there I was to see.

Evelyn

 something re-claimed. I know not what.