Wednesday, May 07, 2008

#158 The Annunciation

Squeeze the symbolism
for all it’s worth. Olive
trees in an otherwise
barren & rocky land-
scape, the simulated
organ, the confessional
latticework. No real
people, not even foot-
prints. Wooden bilboquets
have turned into pawns
& vainly wait for someone
to move them. It’s a
sterile oasis in a forty-
day desert, which
someone once found, an-
nounced its discovery &
was famous ever after.

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