The British Museum Collected in one place, the history of Britain’s plunders: Elgin marbles, Egyptian mummies, Darwin’s finches, and maps of unknown territories. Here, my skin qualifies as the cartographer’s terra incognita. I pay two pounds for a cup of tea and cry quietly as I imagine the topography of your palm, rivulets, valleys, plains. [...]
Posts Tagged ‘prose poem’
Prose Poem #4
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged British Museum, London, Lynn, prose poem on April 4, 2010 | 2 Comments »
Prose Poem #1
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged art, Lynn, prose poem, Roni Horn, Tate on April 3, 2010 | 2 Comments »
Tate Modern: Roni Horn (Dark Water Series) The photographs of the Thames hang silently, though their footnotes speak to me. Today, my eyes tire of reading and I want the world to be revealed instantaneously and without effort. I walk the stairs, up, and then down, among the families and the loved. I know that, [...]
My Life: The Screenplay
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged Lynn, prose poem, screenplay on April 7, 2009 | 2 Comments »
Open on my gray couch and there I am: sitting. I hold my head in my hands in a poetic way (meaning: shadowy)(meaning: my eyes are full of thought) and I sit. The camera sees me from above and in this way sees everything (meaning: my face displays my faults like jewels). My life swirls [...]
