After Music
This very evening, Jean, they are ripping the square apart
As each idea forecloses an image of the world
Our now, this here, the instances of documentation
Light-eaten
Moth-eaten world
The music that description means interface becomes experience
White on white noise
Ambient form whose form is the intrusion of speech
In after-office sunrise, painted on noise
World on world
Your face discloses where light was
In 1915, Malevich, Red Square or the Painterly Realism of a Peasant Woman in Two Dimensions
Reminded word on word
Remained
When describing color is to fix the I until the names unfasten
Malevich, for whom the town has lost its colors and become dominated by black and white, for whom the significant thing is feeling
Dear Jean, the riot is our figure and ground
If light were separable from gesture, the interpretation of the real is our documents set to music
But we’re not
What Felt Like The Onset of An Historical Emotion
Or a mind is the silent ligature between the glass, the ornamental grass, and an idea of enclosure. Should not saying anything structure an imagination – sublime render, place improbable grandeur, trial sublime.
We Requested for Some Relaxing Forest Sounds
We are lost in the exact study of appearance. The particular wavers between: authenticity and appropriation, a quaver, one’s tying of a knot, oh please disemplot, one, someone, anyone, point by point from nature, in light rain, in sound, motes accidental, birds’ precise unknowability, the present volume increases as it recedes.