24.5.08

martine bellen

Magic Musée

1.

She, who's over-conscious of her cage
Formed from heat, moisture, frost, concealment,

How it drips, freezes, fogs
How it forms columnar cracks gashed with glass

toward the blue peninsula, gravity flight
The invisible half of reflection



Attempting to obtain the solidity of an object


Or to remove the clothing of sound, genealogical anxiety,
disrobing at the Hotel Eden

Invinting a way in
To that wich is built over concept


2.

Behold,Thoreau sings for owls, Dickinson hummingbirds
Still life enframes world of spectacle


Or object-spirits


Dewish mute


The Pyramides are letters, some inside
Cul-de-sac feelings or Stonehenge numbers
In twilight the lamp illumines ideological will
A weaving of walls, movable wicker
& caravan carpets strung twixt reeds
Our ground breathes, floats, as we wander
Into cosmologies, cosmogonies
Immeasurable emblems of circumference or protractor


3.

She devoloped the desease of demoniac enthusiasm
On looking at a nymph,
Mystic hunt through childhood, histoire of fountains
Dominating the jardin canary parasols
Perpectual noon antipasto sun crème ballerina
Idyllic dying swan


4.

Wire-netted cage papered with constellations
Promisses of progress or unfoldement from her magic prison (torso)
She traces an analemma, her eyes infinitely distant
Maps night sky or soap bubbles
Navigated by songbird
Whose droppings streak the air
Reminiscent for us of a comet's tail
The result of yesterday's path-strewn bird crumbs


5.

Occupants of the Etrangers
Exalted chanters with a self-contained view
Small white frame
Moon
Sustained patterns of meaning

Spindly-armed shadows stretch through lace curtains
Historians of the mind's voyage

As with other repressions, a vestige of the animal within
Seamless continuum, therefore the bordertown Nostalgia

Her liquid limbs, she interior
To the melody alone

Unraveled eveners

Foaming grottoes & feathered
Lures - yearnings of detachment
Symbolized and effected

Travelogue of a faun's dream



in A Convergence of Birds original fiction and poetry inspired by the work of joseph cornell

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