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The Woods

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)   Advertisements

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Kind of Blue, Too

Spiders to Mozart, what luminous webs and notes we weave, snot-strands from God’s blown brass, tapestries of the eternal boombox, breakbeats to spacefolk to bebop within a deep forest kind of blue, the music, recorded or un, plays on and … Continue reading

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Music

To listen with eyes, in a forest of deep blue– Music spiring dreams.   (Image by Christian Marclay)

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