An elliptical video for an elliptical song. Something about that all morphing seems right for the moment, as does this poem by Monica Youn. Transmutation: more monstrosity in the everyday, or something that's coming to help us?
Ignatz Invoked
Monica Youn
from Ignatz
A gauze bandage wraps the land
and is unwound, stained orange with sulfates.
A series of slaps molds a mountain,
a fear uncoils itself, testing its long
cool limbs. A passing cloud
seizes up like a carburetor
and falls to earth, lies broken-
backed and lidless in the scree.
Acetylene torches now snug
in their holsters, shop-vacs
trundled back behind the dawn.
A mist becomes a murmur, becomes
a moan deepening the dust-
choked fissures in the rock O pity us
Ignatz O come to us by moonlight
O arch your speckled body over the earth.
5 comments:
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The best way to see this--obviously--is to click on the video for the full screen approach.
Love the strangeness.
I'm looking forward to seeing you, Susan! xoxo
Thanks so much for the poem and all the Jersey shore photos (how come I can't write JS and not think of The Situation?!)
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