to be sought, rounded, and full of grace

The Black Madonnas of Great Echoes

the responsibility of the response (in conversation with Agnes Martin)

compositions on a colourless blue

we are reservoirs

arriver avant moi, devant moi

she remains monumentally self-contained

something else is happening

as it is, or even, perhaps a recitation and emigration

she looms in the resemblance should it be so anxious

so I started to look for her in the thinness of the night

Magic and Ritual: to Presuppose and Rest in Reason

a composition for an elegy to what once was and all that remains; or, a score for the past, the present, the future tenses

on a more monumental scale

Composition for Wailing

of fragments

to enrapt/to unfold
to bestow/to absorb

a stammer inclined still.

to be close and to be chosen

She may be moved and they multiplied most in exaggeration.

may they or may they seize

Everything repeats itself but all this has never ever happened before.

All I ever wanted to be was a Supreme.

nothing ever so straight.

until it was well over happening

she returns in the midst of echoes

the pause and mirrored peaks

so between narrow and reason and the looseness of shape

the aura appeared a few minutes before

so they made it plural, a return

very strongly may be sincerely fainting

of relations and positions

if the shape is the same

(les pâles se sont ouverts)

an earnest weight in the crease

studies for gardens (each form is the fixed snapshot of the process)

studies for gardens (a mixture between concept and discipline)

a small monument

as much as and alike because

within the cut and slender joint alone

so much and yet more silence (a conjuring)

studies on how to move water

This which was so kindly a present was constant

real cadences and a quiet colour

Her body was full of light (often, very often, and in floods).

at the very point where words fail us; (the old word foi, “faith”)

to study the practice of breathing

and now to begin as if to begin begin of beginning again and again and again

(if you look closely she moves)

I too question the flowers.

she said anything once it is made has its own existence

untitled (these textile works)

Sometimes the metonymic object is an absence

In lieu of

so buried in it that we only see them when pulled out in abstractions

and every tear is from the other

There is a process (we look, touch, remove, collect, organize, place, revisit, recollect)

I am not tragically colored (after Zora Neale Hurston)

A Visual Vocabulary for Hands in Mourning

holding one’s breath

Oh Canada (In Conversation with Joyce Wieland)

A Teleplasmic Study with Doilies

The Impossible Speech Act

right there, between here and over there

Deaths / Memorials / Births