sound opens sound shank of globe strings… something like images are here opening up avenues to view a dome a distant clang reaches the edific…

After so many hours spent in the r… One wonders what the room will do. Whether speech or action will be f… And whether the weather will be fi… To begin.

Unreasonable lenses refract the sensitive rabbit holes, mole dwell… climes where twist burrow and snee… a native species into houses

On a wall shadowed by lights from… is the screen. Icons come to it dr… and their eyes reflect the journey… eyes reach from level earth. Narra… the room where the screen waits su…

In the past we listened to photogr… Alive, active. What had been dist… Pushed us forward, emptying the… Erasure. In the city of X, they lived toge…

At sunset from the top of the stai… the castle mallets wrenched from t… fell from ambush into flame flew i… above the stoneware a latch like m… the green; he stood waist high und…

There is no fear in taking the first step or the second or the third having a position

The world is going upstairs and some people of whom Frederick Kiesler didn’t approve

The simple contact with a wooden s… recovered itself, began to spread… as it lay sprawling to consider th… patience looked at grief, where wa… eyes curled outside themes to sear…

Others about the embarking have reasons. I holding shreds carpenter leavings. Motions in the wind,

That is why I am here not among the ibises. Why the permanent city parasol covers even me. It was the rains

Once more riding down to Venice o… the air free of misdemeanor, at re… Once again whiteness like the whit… Echoes of other poems...

Each artist embarks on a personal… An artist may take introspective r… Or so they say in Barcelona when… In our country it is a water sprin… Colors often break themselves into…

I go separately The sweet knees of oxen have press… ghosts with ingots have burned the… it is the dungaree darkness with C… where the westerly winds