Later you want for it to have
been something and meant something,
to have unfolded inevitably like
the glance the cup the door the kiss and the dream,
but for now all you have is
the want in later you want
De Stijl Utrecht
Broken in her arms
Leaving the West
Paul’s Pancake Parlor
Triangles
Rail yard Missoula
Boxcar Willie
Forest of the wild manimal – or, The psychic space the artist projects well beyond the eyes
If we don’t know what mix this is – we don’t –
we don’t stay but follow for where she’s left,
our cavity of wild becomes the world, but what
kind of world will it be?
For Anne Forest, and for Annegien Schilling
Ceretana twilight
