the still passenger sits on a train, on the window seat, in the middle of a long car. these are the days when there were drive-in movie theaters dotted across the landscape. at dusk, the images on the screen appear off in the distance. the images presented here are those which are glimpsed, the ones that still her thoughts. the train rolls along. the landscape seems to move, but doesn't. the still passenger sits alone with her snapshots in her mind. she's filling in the spaces.
May 9, 2015
i see mr. skells. there! (in the night)
he lives in the gaslight (the gaslight in my sleep)
he speaks to me (he can see me hear me) early james
hmm... how does this go?
yes... up!
over
out
out and over... extend
cross over... a little quicker now
back... stretch
jump... up.
newton's law. come back down. on your knees...
propose. forgive. grieve. repeat.
get up again
look... search... you never know. chantal linnaeus
November 1, 2014
when i was a young boy,
the sea would bring visions
October 31, 2014
into my sleep. my bones
would dance in the dark. they would dance on my fingertips.
i still see them of course.
over different lives. maybe the sea can't be blamed.
i take barbiturates
so i can see them better,
with a whiskey, i celebrate the bones of my dream.
where would i be without them?
these bones. my bones.
not searching. looking.
tonight i will see them clearly. they are size of my eyeball.
they will dance. maybe a little vaudeville. until they retreat into the darkness.
October 28, 2014
my dancing stopped when my father was shot.
he was dead at 26. i was 8.
innocents are lost. i was lost. the wound remains.
October 27, 2014
the great beauty
lasts a second. take notes if you can.
reach for your pencil.
the great beauty is gone.
October 26, 2014
dance was once the great beauty. i would dance to the spirit of things:
planes
airships
balloons
trains. ships.
October 25, 2014
they call her the ghost of the harbor. she is the great beauty.
the flamingo has come here to rest. she is the great beauty.
the ghost's light passes over my face. the light is the great beauty.
flamingoes and a saint have come to visit me. the sky is the great beauty.
