Poem #1
The Sounding: A Poem for Artists
The Noguchi knock-off glows even and tempered like a rendering. Platonic and pristine and afloat in what’s otherwise: A MESS! But the pleasure is all the same. Dosed out to me in kernels for every glance. Pinned. In the notes app: ROI of hair gloss Sumptuary Laws Dark Forest Theory Acrimonious November and sidestepped December then a surprising text from my mother paraphrased 500 words: Wrong about Israel. My mother. A type of metric in herself. A sounding of the times. A sounding of The Times. All the artists deployed for the laundering.
Links:
Video: Nina Simone on an Artist’s Duty
