When became the question others could solve
When, an issue of movement
Whiteness in the distance, was it cliffs or an underskirt decaying, hung midair
White heat across afternoons, even now
Weir, fishbed, river a straightened ellipsis after 1918
What red flowers were worked here in what hand
We covered the stove with Delft tiles
We laid our bones across one another, to be found like that
Wing of a bird torn off by hand
We made a space between New Year’s Eve and Epiphany
We filled it with scale models of our belief
We brought blue flowers in from fields we didn’t own
Lessons and carols
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First of all things will be hung from hooks.
At the top of the wall the intersection of metal
The first thought is a thought of construction.
Mostly we are concerned with the repetition of
Formal repetition is a repetition of sound.
Formal repetition is a repetition of of.
Formal repetition is a repetition repetition.
Formal repetition is a a.
Formal repetition is is.
Formal repetition repetition.
We have delayed the appearance.
If a structure the body turns grey or invisible
look it’s nighttime we couldn’t see it
Appearance as a function does not mean to
Speaking of the body the multiple of the body:
bodies. It has to be said we are not
interested in the tactility of bodies.
These days the code word is distance.
We whisper it just about everywhere, into our
Quality of luminescence.
In the manual we learn to lay out artwork and
to apply it.
Here on the floor I have placed your reflection
and the yellow light.
If concern for the body emerges we prefer to
The substances are wax, oil, soil, stacks, locks,
bones, boxes, emulsion, rocks, wire,
chalk, line, suspension.
We place the bodies in the places for bodies.
This is where they breathe quite loudly.
In the places the bodies can enjoy going
Your intellect and beauty may be safely stowed
in this crack.
Make landscape out of the body. This is what we
will call iteration.
With the first noise tell us where you are.
The light is made to show us.
Some things are larger than the body.
These we suspend or place on top of body-sized
When we say landscape we talk about distance
We mean the surface of a wall.
No, we mean the painted surface.
The incorrect awaits a finer definition
Nothing haunting the space between those soft
For example polythene, plaster powder, powder
paint, thread, arguments, cologne.
The places for sitting are roped off.
A century pursues us even here.
There is for instance a woman’s hand raised and
the collection of marks you might at
one time have called a cinema.
Éireann Lorsung lives in Nottingham, UK, where she did her doctorate in Critical Theory, writing about love and deconstruction. Her first book, “Music for Landing Planes By,” was published by Milkweed Editions in 2007. A second is forthcoming, also from Milkweed. She edits the journal 111O.