There are men round these parts who would kill us,
I joke, Were they to find us in one sleeping bag,
they’d tie us to the tail ends of their pickup trucks
and drag us through gravel, I embellish. It happens.
Your mother would, too, you say, sealing the last
mesh panel of our tent, and having had the better
joke, you fall heavily into sleep, the way I imagine
most Texans do after supper, substantially and deep.
But how I lie awake, instead, convinced now a mob
must be assembling, that there are men in these hills
with unkempt eyebrows and rope and fire and spit
on the ground, and my mother is among them—
convinced now that each nightingale call is not,
in fact, a nightingale call, but a signal of formation,
convinced that there is whispering among the pines,
as they sift themselves against the thistle, the dry breeze,
and she is there, too, wild-eyed and unmoving,
sensing our bodily warmth, our pitiful heartbeats.
They are waiting for me to sleep before entering,
to find us as two men embarrassed and discovered.
And they will take you from me and into the darkness,
beyond the boathouse, where I know they will do
things to you that will make you want to die,
and my mother will be there to hold my wrists down
for men with rough hands to coil rope around them,
tying rushed knots. She will be there to hush me,
assure me, the way one does a child with a loosening
front tooth, This hurts me, dear, more than it does you.
— Angelo Nikolopoulos
Yannis Tsarouchis (Greek, 1910-1989), Kekias and Zephyros, 1966. Oil and acrylic on cement tile, 30 x 30 cm.
Stephen Dunwell: Cap Haïtien, Haiti, 1975
The title of the work is identical to a series of photographs by Huseyin shot in Odessa, showing curtains blowing in the wind. These images inspired an installation of hardened lace curtains, frozen in time and space. The work refers to the gesture of opening the windows to set free the soul of the deceased, as well as the idea of a spirit present in a room, mysteriously lifting the curtains to reveal its presence.
Gabriel Lester,Melancholia in Arcadia (2011)
All rights are reserved. Photography by Peter Cox.
Rabo Art Collection
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Changing by Michael Leonard (1981)
by Ilaf Strange