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Somewhere, sometime, I took
this Ingres figure out of con-
text & painted around the
space that remained. That's
how I felt at the time: caught
up with inference & reference,
seeking to highlight what was-
n't there. I've moved on, have
decided to return & fill the
spaces once again, not with
the figures seen by antiquity but
as if they came from the circus
or commedia dell'arte — the clowns,
the dancing bears, the harlequins.
The latest collection of my Magritte poems.
Available as a free downloadable pdf here.
Available for purchase as a print book here.
Wipe your eyes with a
kerchief so the tears
outline your hand. Is
that a face reflected
there as well? Sit down
on any available cushion,
take in the view. Either
the depicted one — a
row of hills, some trees
that will return in a later
piece — or something of
your own making, still
taking shape & not ready
to be revealed, hidden
in blackness. These are
some of the sights that
the windows of the dawn
might open out on to.
