6 April 2014
9 March 2025
This is a linear version of the original which consists of layers of text and images.
altered pieces
on what plague what cloud what
daughtered simulacram
the creatures of
gallipoli the galapagos this
gullivered gethsemane
descends
hear the silver gravel of my fear
fall like rain
on
this hospital
roof
my head
. . .
in what plague what thought what
simulation
the creatures of
tomorrow
and tomorrow night
alight
to hear their hammer
pin me to
wood
. . .
so pop rivet this piece with light
and drip on it the warmth of Giverny