ANEMIC CINEMA
Thomas Cook
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From ANEMIC CINEMA:
Forgive the pin my hand was giving a flower
Upside down
So here extends the path to my heart
I make sense of skin
And it is light like sun
The pin my hand was giving a flower
The door twists like a cloak
And collapses like a hinge
So here extends the path to my heart
The pin is the path of the hinge
The pin
The pin my hand was giving a flower
The door collapses all the light in the room
And the room is a pin
So extends the path to my heart
I filled the room the door collapsed the door with a hinge
And the light with the sun like a flower
The pin my hand was giving a flower
So here extends the path to my heart
1 comment:
Thomas Cook is a remarkable poet and this thing is a pure gem. The Duchampian undertones are blissful and the object is a beauty to hold.
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