(‘untitled’..oil/pen on paper..30cm x 21cm..(c)thisbiscuit 2014)
Gerhard Richter | Untitled (22.1.2000, Firenze) | 2000
12 cm x 12 cm | Oil on colour photograph
A list specifically entertained with punctuation
describes itself. We acknowledge
all that matters. Greyness
and the predicament
of running music across paper
is a borough in a tall corridor. Cats eyes
shed an example of lemon scent
in maybe an old factory
aware of its own darkness, horizontal
and empty of any ornate indifference,
yet resembling a breath
as each dead machine turns left
and left again - the wind in the rigging -
nitrogen where night is.
In memory of the Nobel laureate Gabriel Garcia Marquez, who died today at 87, a look back at Jon Lee Anderson’s 1999 Profile of the writer: http://nyr.kr/QrWlKv
(‘where industry changed’..pen on paper..30cm x 21cm..(c)thisbiscuit 2014)
What is rigid has its place,
a dimming to come back to.
What’s right is mutable.
Station to depart from, smoky
platform in the tiny hours.
Condensation gathered on the clock.
Pull the collar close. Leave conversation
watchful by the gate.
Gray as it is, the structure’s bulk
remains for acres into the fog.
(‘interior with light’..pen/acrylic/pencil on mountboard..60cm x 40cm..(c)thisbiscuit 2014)
the fallen empire
model: berkley clayborne
photography by Steven Kowalski
In the meantime there are common flickers
on the lawn, words to whittle, friends to kid.
In the meantime minds pose and put
each other on with drastic poise.
And though the sun is lustrous
on the snow, minds want to switch on
every watt inside. They want to rest their every
reason against the gusts of blank repose
within their sets and make their blizard babies.