Monthly Archives: April 2018
“Wat maakt het zo klein?”
What I first saw of the finger, what it
did do, was push a bike like the bead
of an abacus from high on the right
to the opposite corner. The rider knew
nothing of this, but I could see it clearly.
What the finger didn’t do, later in the day,
which I also saw, was swipe leisurely
through the pollen across the top of my car.
The pollen was green and would’ve tasted like candy.
Off to Canaan
Chains of captives
From chains “securing” bikes at the bike rack, Westplein, Utrecht. I don’t steal the bikes. I just collect the links.
Not a fixed-ghost lump of sugar
Not a fixed-ghost lump of sugar,
but sugar rejoicing, rising in tea
Two additional studies of Maarten Bloem by Piet Vel