Means, I think, there's a door,
approximation, in this rough push
and lemon smear, this difficulty,
yesterday, great heavy presences
of the trees thinking, rimmed
pendulous, weighted, trees
here to be emerald pull
And resistance, suspended
their given hour, the meadow arranging itself
and resists at once, the world's hung
surface: aren't we always wanting
to push beyond it, as if behind the scrim
—old lure and spur, old promise—
lay... The bright core
breathing? [...]
Ray,
A truly beautiful piece of work. Made my morning.
d
I concur: quite lovely.
yeah ray, great! the destroyed and destroying. the bananas are wonderful - - - it's almost a form that could be something else, as if it might just get up and walk, which it probably wants to do...