The umbilical cable arrived from heaven to bait and hook the grateful mortal who sacrificed his head (and the dead weight of its trivial contents masquerading as profound or important) to become a supple visual vowel with no more ties … Continue reading
She, modeled as callus to grave palm, wherein the strictest ledger of coils implies the spoils of ecstasy held in unwavering contempt of gods false or none. (Sculpture by Louise Bourgeois)
Mothering its own vigil and scripture, a chorus ordained to practice the arc of symmetry. (Sculpture by Louise Bourgeois)
Cautionary in her needlepoint grace, the eyeless widow kept perfectly still, tracking the scent of air to minster her survival through prey. (Sculpture by Louise Bourgeois)
Prehistory repeats itself through the bootleg cursive and spirals of a species consigned to the fluency of waltz. (Sculpture by Lousie Bourgeois)
There once was a spider, gothic in temperament, who swallowed a cage containing your mother’s bones and the emptiness you craved; fasting on silence, your teeth darkened and grew sharp, while your hands, subject to course, fashioned the strictest symmetry … Continue reading
The pyramids, askew and caped in starless dark, architected by a child who needed a construct into which he could invite silence to keep him absolute company until the violence stopped. (Artwork by Cy Twombly)
In the theater of the absurd, black widows make silky, haunted love to depressed, anorexic stalactites as the radio preys on sound to give the moonless woods its membraney tableaux of silence. (Cyanotype by Christian Marclay)
Modeling a breeze, exultancy became her, wave by breaking wave. (Photo by Anne Brigman)
Awakened, by the sound of light, revelations began feeding her from roots down to sky. (Photo by Anne Brigman)
