I'd wondered how I'd make use of the cut-ups from April. Now, as I return to them, I see some possibilities, some shapes rising. The piece below (it traces the life of a woman) is a new form of the cut-up I called "Romance," which exists here.
The process interests me, as does the puzzle of ever matching an image to rather abstract work. I was lucky to find the image above in the Flickr stream of Bill Gracey.
Cycle
i. pedestal
Every woman knows the elegant isolation
of orchid and hummingbird—erotic, but detectable
only by absence, or not even by that.
ii. test
Cut, she transfers soul matter,
luminous (a code for sacrifice), pollinated by exile
or enemies, love tied with wire or twine.
iii. age
The danger of spoilage is counterpoint,
blood and sand, elaborately blown,
massed in brilliant clouds.
iv. faith, of sorts
Belief returns, and seasons: rainwind, love,
hangover—the spirit out on bail, re-interpreted,
loose network of shortcomings, never lovelier.
