Louise Nevelson, Mrs. N’s PalaceIsabel BallanMar 16, 20231 min readMy house but the rooms are not mine.Here is where I sat to escape my death,here the mirrorof the many faces.Each room says “where?”and invites me outinto its own obscuremachinations.
De Kooning, Easter MondayBird-scream bustle you tangled arms and cars pushing and pulsing with dreams caught in your throats—gag— wait—is that a dagger I see...
Judit Reigel, Guano (Menhir)Follow the tracks the crows make the splintered blue imprints of trees in water. Impressed by pond scum leap over this into that green...