Academic journal article Michigan Quarterly Review

Guggenheim Abstract

Academic journal article Michigan Quarterly Review

Guggenheim Abstract

Article excerpt

Tell me your story, the turpentine said:

introduce yourself,

gesture,

do one of us in. The mayflies' whine,

the rasp of toads, spores peppering,

invisibly, the turf; my once again

became

this time. How tenderly the red sun sank,

how the moon swiped at the droplets. A man

just left of Frank Lloyd Wright said

travertine,

one finger on reverse. The tape loops back

to a plenary address, conventioneers

in velvet galleries. Our work's in progress:

in the beginning,

Kandinsky, and after Malevich, and then, and then. ...

What terrible ends they kept from us, singed dolls,

argosies of smoke,

moraines;

and such flat feet, such sexy afternoons in small Saigon

hotels: Le Vendome, Les Quatre Chats. Weather, slightly

foxed

a drizzle loiters at the corner, blued;

neat Piet

cruises his mind. Now we near the hanging gardens,

give or take a storey, what was forest clears,

and in airless elevators, icons shatter

to the hum

of fans. …

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