sequentia

no aesthetics to speak of nothing of sentiment nothing of acknowledgement of the souls yearning nothing of emotional pretense nothing of commentary on the plight of man nothing of hope just text text text text text...phrases sentences are photos and little else...


                         ...[The] crowd at the hockey game
                       is entirely white.
                     It's morning and trucks
                   double park.
                        in front of the market
                      utility crew sips cups
                    bright yellow hardhats
                  loud orange vests
               Unable to fathom love some men
             will crave power.
                           Not even May yet
                         and the hills are turning brown.
                      Out  here where old men
                     come to sit in the park
                    in the shade of
                  the great eucalyptus.
                              a yong man in white
                             turns slowly hands forward
                            in the silence of tai chi
                          an auto backs up.....
   
   from What  (pg 70)

   -ron silliman

i present this in a sloppily rendered way
like a photo too long in the pocket