Perspective
Distance can be condensed,
compressed,
so that it lies flat as paper
on paper.
Gaping cathedrals, their ceilings
like flipped-
over, suspended pirate ships.
Sloping
hills and lonely orchards.
Stairwells
leading up or down,
the faint
edge of land across
the lake.
Immensities yield to the page,
clumsy
hands tacking them onto
horizon.
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Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Monday, October 26, 2009
Monday, October 26, 2009: photo by Marcos Armstrong (via his Flickr)
Strange Design
Strange design has been applied
to this sheet metal. Water’s
drooled, dragging rusty stalactites,
brown daggers. Perforated
stencils—labels of ounces and pounds,
an emblem resembling a sheriff’s badge.
The most recent revision: seventeen
bullet holes, a constellation
of freckles, troublesome moles. We process
the punctures as polka dots, black
spots, dark drops of paint.
This metal is aging artfully,
unwittingly, thanks to the dusky
palette of decay, graffiti.
Strange design has been applied
to this sheet metal. Water’s
drooled, dragging rusty stalactites,
brown daggers. Perforated
stencils—labels of ounces and pounds,
an emblem resembling a sheriff’s badge.
The most recent revision: seventeen
bullet holes, a constellation
of freckles, troublesome moles. We process
the punctures as polka dots, black
spots, dark drops of paint.
This metal is aging artfully,
unwittingly, thanks to the dusky
palette of decay, graffiti.
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Wednesday, September 30, 2009: Flickr at the Getty Images Gallery, London (Peter Baker)
The Parking Lot
If it is tiered (think airport),
an endless spiral climb
and search in darkened
levels of numbered spots.
If it is level (think movie theatre),
an immense plain of blacktop
adhering to plowed earth underneath,
like newly-cooled lava.
Vehicles remain in their slots
marked with metal signs
delineating rows or colors.
The cars remain there,
a robot harvest in this urban
or suburban garden, and bark
once or twice to tell their owners
reassuringly, we are still here!
If it is tiered (think airport),
an endless spiral climb
and search in darkened
levels of numbered spots.
If it is level (think movie theatre),
an immense plain of blacktop
adhering to plowed earth underneath,
like newly-cooled lava.
Vehicles remain in their slots
marked with metal signs
delineating rows or colors.
The cars remain there,
a robot harvest in this urban
or suburban garden, and bark
once or twice to tell their owners
reassuringly, we are still here!
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