Multimedia artist John Bezark and I started a collaboration to bridge the gap between his home in Philly and my new home in Providence. I send him poetry, he sends me a video back, and then I send poetry back . . . etc. This is the third item, a response to his video of earlier this week. The whole collab is playing out between us on insta, but I’ll try to share here as much as possible.
The text:
smoky Mars
what’s empty trembles behind
distant stars earth fish
seek that which under grids
gains weight to gain bliss
life shames what came
before and after what smell
dust rises before a shower
turns to talc milky laughter
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