A Public Space
I still had the Piedmontese capital in my mind; the monarchic city
with its piazzas inhabited by scientists and kings, by politicians and by warriors
motionless in tired and solemn poses on their pedestals of stone, I still had in
mind all of the strange lyricism of its fateful geometric construction.
—Giorgio de Chirico
Table of Contents
Super Sad Flowers
Do Not Let Mother Dear Find Us
Here I was, holding on to my attentiveness.
Le Rodeur: The Exchange
The suburbs of the avant-city appeared to me suddenly speckled with singing colors, papered with charming surprises.
Our Experience of Being Alive and Having to Breathe
Which is to say, a big struggle begat a little struggle begat a boy who dreamed of living in America, struggle free.
Cy + Relics, Rome, 1952
"Bodies are difficult," said the woman when the child finally slipped inside the dream.
Exile had a way of provoking contempt. One lived far away because one couldn't live inside.
American Townscape 
A cheerful optimism and an expanding economy have fostered the idea that technology can be harnessed to overcome any difficulty.
Aggregates, Amalgams, Allotropes
How can matter tell a story?
Art does not have to "work." It is. It's not created, necessarily, for the public to decide whether it "works" or not.
Oder Sic Sprach
They pray for inspiration. Some of them even have a muse.
I Had Been Meaning to Write
Stop the presses! I thought of a better word! Almost the right one!
In a Deer Stand
It's a question of time. Sooner or later, somebody will show up.
And then what, they all say together, and repeat it again and again, and then what, and then what, and then what.
Audience, Crowd, and State
There are people who are frightened by the very idea of being part of an audience.
All the days you have / ever breathed are swallows / shooting between trees.
Missing File #1: Woolly Rhinoceros / Ancient Cavity Tooth
To give oneself is a way to say one’s self can be gifted, like the hollowed-out horn.
For You I’ve Started Sleeping
if I loved you for your beauty? / there are worse reasons to love
That this is love’s profession, our scents / on pillows displace our alphabet to grass
But each plate obliterates the last / until I no longer mourn the destroyed plate.
The Covered-Up Clock
And, although inaudible, still they are calling you.
I will love because it has been detected as the second / brightest octave to exist in the sky
When the Other Man Asked Him Did He Pray
All those miles down the boulevard, numbers counting down by twos.
The Last of Us Are Barely Here
Meeting Points: Between and In Between Subject and Object
The articulation of a word dissolves, and the most carefully strung together sentence falls apart.
She had never liked the dark and the feeling that anything could be in it.
This belief that luck was attainable.
Longing saturates the world.
I still don’t know how we had come to this.
The world pivots around Main Street.
Journey Along the Sea Road
The human heart is more treacherous than these waters.
La Bête Noire
The animals of the zodiac do not determine destiny.
These are the original ceilings. They attract our eyes.
Interior with Calder Mobile
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