from The Somnambulist
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1 min readNov 3, 2015
From a notebook, undated:
Accident, 1963: art’s not so abstract after all.
If I look at art, it’s because it helps me imagine you
free. Unchained, torn. A little like a Rauschenberg.
Who knew inside any accident is a poem: You can watch
in slow-motion the stone cracking, the syllables breaking.
