virtual grid
& our stories begin like endings
like the story of our century
our century of time lapse & speed-
ing cumulous, our century of
travel & private publics, our cen-
tury when for the brief flicker of
static on ear we knew the absence
of city as the long gesture of
interstate glides toward futurity
...
...
& if our stories begin like end-
ings in being stories of our cen-
tury, the endings too begin, the
endings & the century during
which we watched our knowing growing &
the beauty of the body came to
exist in motion. The stasis of
day-to-day washed us clean as the
spaces between rain. Drops. & making
puddles of the page.
ings in being stories of our cen-
tury, the endings too begin, the
endings & the century during
which we watched our knowing growing &
the beauty of the body came to
exist in motion. The stasis of
day-to-day washed us clean as the
spaces between rain. Drops. & making
puddles of the page.
Two excerpts from the poem, Seaming by Dan Thomas-Glass // Daughters of Your Century
The poem also includes mention of my On the Seam paintings.
The poem also includes mention of my On the Seam paintings.
