Tuesday, April 3, 2012

The words behind the work

For the piece I am currently working on, I found a poem that, for me, compiled all the layers of the questions I was interested in asking. Here it is:

Untitled [I closed the book and changed my life]

I closed the book and changed my life and changed my life and changed my life and one more change and I was back here looking up at a blue sky with russets and the World was hypnotic but it wasn’t great. I wanted more range, maybe, more bliss, I didn’t know about bliss. Is bliss just a rant about the size of the bowl? The trance was the true thing, no, the rant, no, the sky, now, that icy whiteness.

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