- Craig Rain
Elephant beaten with candy and little pops and chews all bolts
and reckless reckless rats, this is this.
- from Tender Buttons, Gertrude Stein
'Old ocean, you are the symbol of identity: always equal to yourself. You never vary essentially and, if somewhere your waves are raging, further away, in some other zone, they are perfectly calm. You are not like man who stops in the street to watch two bulldogs snarling and biting one another's necks, but who does not stop to watch when a funeral passes; who is approachable in morning, in a black mood in the evening; who laughs today and cries tomorrow... I hail you, old ocean!' - from Maldoror, by Lautréamont
|Kevin E. Taylor|
Coral in a souvenir shop.
Lathe and plaster.
Vermouth. The roof
of an umbrella's mouth,
vacuum sacks of dandruff,
Sixteenth-century German furniture.
- from 'Dry Heart', in the collection Crabwise to the Hounds, by Jeramy Dodds
The moon is meant for lovers. Lovers lose
Themselves in others. Do not see themselves.
The moon does. The moon does.
The moon is not a yellow camera. It perceives
What wasn't, what undoes, what will not happen.
It's not a sharp and clicking eye of glass and hood. Just old,
Slow infinite exposure of
The negative that cannot happen.
Fear God's old eye for being shot with ice
Instead of blood. Fear its inhuman blankness
- from 'Imaginary Elegies', by Jack Spicer
Two Photographic collages by Zofia Rydet