Marc Dilet
mist and pigment
push into
paper as breath
a square of sunlight
dissapears, returns
flickering with brush, tip
red, black - a touch of tender yellow
lines caress emptiness
eyes move bodies & we arrive in
Venice, Oslo, Chicago, Bourges, Hamburg
with singing, clattering
no quiet
there is always a drip, a cough, a dropped spoon
magnificent to tasteless
we dance around histories
placed upon places
–Sandra Binion 2016
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2016
2016