Showing posts with label materialicious. Show all posts
Showing posts with label materialicious. Show all posts

Thursday, November 19, 2009

Thursday, November 19, 2009: Polaroid Vase by Jung Hwajin

Some Things Are Irreversible

Faces seared
onto a Polaroid,
looking out
from the white sill
always will.

The brocade
of scar on skin,
an embossing
of pain.

The crease
in the corner
of a page,
formed in
an instant:

Recall a moment
by these marks.
Return to them,
these asterisks
signifying the pretense
of permanence.

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Wednesday, November 11, 2009: Materialicious--Book Sconce

Subtext

(Under, beneath,
in binding and on page.
In the bandage of
the binding, the glue
in the shredded canvas.
Meaning wells up
and finds hidden channels
to course through.
And all of this under,
the being of the book
when it is closed.)

Friday, October 30, 2009

Friday, October 30, 2009: Materialicious--Domsai by Matteo Cibic

You, the you I write to.
The whole so what.
I know that I have your
attention. And now

I'll keep showing you
scenes, presenting them
like tattered bouquets.
You, you can look

at them, the images
that I bundle and display.
I bring them because
what else can be done

with the disorder
of how this happens
except to make collections
and place them at your feet.

Friday, October 23, 2009

Friday, October 23, 2009: Materialicious--Ecolodge in Egypt

Sand, Snow

Sand kneaded with saltwater
and scooped with a bucket

keeps its shape when overturned.
It will crumble if it dries,

and will fall once again into sand,
knocked loose of all tension.

The inverse of sand is snow.
Snow will also respond well

to condensing, to being packed
in a gloved grip to temporary solidity.

Sand, snow--kick it, throw it,
build with it. Use it to destroy

or assemble. It will regenerate,
smithereens of lost water or ground.
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