July 31, 2013

love is short, long, ambiguous.  it can disappear in a flash. 

contrary.  frustrating.  silly.

it can be a waste of time.

i think she would say that love is different.  separate.  alone.

July 30, 2013

but you say she speaks the truth.  she must speak of love.  love can be warm.  sizzling.

the giant is a woman.  more hideous than medusa.  her knee is cold.  her breath is colder.

July 29, 2013

i will imagine the truth to be just like that. a cold, misshapen, gigantic mass of human  flesh and bones.  

vigo's dancers taught me that,

in nice, 1930.

john ashbery said that the truth is cold, as a giant's knee

will seem cold.

July 28, 2013

July 27, 2013

i can't sleep these days.  i take my walks.  he follows me in his sleep.

i wish he were robert walzer.  i feel that i could talk to him.

what do you know?

the sleepwalker blew in from a snowstorm.  doctor prinzhorn says that they can't find his identity.

July 26, 2013

you don't see the movement of the water.  you don't see the ebb and the flow.

the man on the birdbath is a patient.  he haunts me.

July 25, 2013

you sent me high and low tide.  i can see only the start and the end.

you sent me an ethereal body on your birdbath.   

July 24, 2013

i didn't know.  what memories  do i send you? i didn't know.

you sent it to me.  you send me things occasionally.  i thought you might know.  you might have a reason.

i was thinking of that snowstorm yesterday.  it was glorious.  how did you see it?

July 23, 2013

arthur, you remember an incident in 17 or 18 second blocks of time.  here is your memory of the last snow in the back of the asylum.  what happened to the birdbath?  the scene doesn't move much.  it quivers.  that is the way you think.  there are a little more than 300 separate images in there.  i remember things in stills.  they make a mark on my memory and get locked there, more often than not.  at times you can see how the scene begins and how it ends.  you say it is popov.  i believe you.  do you remember the quiet?  in this scene nothing happens in the still that i see. 

July 22, 2013

it was dusko popov.  adele, you forget.  we don't have to prove anything to anybody.

how could you prove it without a picture?  how could you prove with a picture?

what happened before the moment of the image?

what happened after the moment of the image?

i can see popov in the hallway.  he runs past the woman on the bench.  she doesn't move.

July 21, 2013

arthur, you will never know.  it was a still photograph.

that was dusko popov's shadow.  i am sure of it.

the shadow represents the man who is not there.  he will be there in one second.

July 20, 2013

but they need context for interpretation.  context can be invented.

they are a sponge for interpretation.  don't forget to bring all of your prejudices.

images float.  they find their way into our old baggage.

but they deny meaning.  they have no meaning.  it doesn't depend on the lighting.

be careful of cameras too.  their images burn straight to the unconscious.  there are flashes of truth...

July 19, 2013