The opposite wall from Sol LeWitt's pretentious drawings
(he seemed not to know when to stop the feverish work of his crew)
Quietly, perhaps unnoticed, the museum/former factory walls
speak a higher order of beauty and truth
Friday, March 9, 2012
Friday, March 2, 2012
Codes
El Alhambra
a memory
seared in folds
pushing around old ganglia
to a void
back in Learyville
dazzled by fire
finding indecipherable
-- codes --
in the melting snow
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