to be sought, rounded, and full of grace
The Black Madonnas of Great Echoes
the responsibility of the response (in conversation with Agnes Martin)
compositions on a colourless blue
we are reservoirs
arriver avant moi, devant moi
she remains monumentally self-contained
something else is happening
as it is, or even, perhaps a recitation and emigration
she looms in the resemblance should it be so anxious
so I started to look for her in the thinness of the night
Magic and Ritual: to Presuppose and Rest in Reason
a composition for an elegy to what once was and all that remains; or, a score for the past, the present, the future tenses
on a more monumental scale
Composition for Wailing
of fragments
to enrapt/to unfold
to bestow/to absorb
a stammer inclined still.
to be close and to be chosen
She may be moved and they multiplied most in exaggeration.
may they or may they seize
Everything repeats itself but all this has never ever happened before.
All I ever wanted to be was a Supreme.
nothing ever so straight.
until it was well over happening
she returns in the midst of echoes
the pause and mirrored peaks
so between narrow and reason and the looseness of shape
the aura appeared a few minutes before
so they made it plural, a return
very strongly may be sincerely fainting
of relations and positions
if the shape is the same
(les pâles se sont ouverts)
an earnest weight in the crease
studies for gardens (each form is the fixed snapshot of the process)
studies for gardens (a mixture between concept and discipline)
a small monument
as much as and alike because
within the cut and slender joint alone
so much and yet more silence (a conjuring)
studies on how to move water
This which was so kindly a present was constant
real cadences and a quiet colour
Her body was full of light (often, very often, and in floods).
at the very point where words fail us; (the old word foi, “faith”)
to study the practice of breathing
and now to begin as if to begin begin of beginning again and again and again
(if you look closely she moves)
I too question the flowers.
she said anything once it is made has its own existence
untitled (these textile works)
Sometimes the metonymic object is an absence
In lieu of
so buried in it that we only see them when pulled out in abstractions
and every tear is from the other
There is a process (we look, touch, remove, collect, organize, place, revisit, recollect)
I am not tragically colored (after Zora Neale Hurston)
A Visual Vocabulary for Hands in Mourning
holding one’s breath
Oh Canada (In Conversation with Joyce Wieland)
A Teleplasmic Study with Doilies
The Impossible Speech Act
right there, between here and over there
Deaths / Memorials / Births