I †††††††††††††††††††††††Why wax?
† Because there is solidity.
† Why is the blue obliterated by brightness?
††† those who see w/ the
†††††††† hidden indigo of their
†††††††† mindís eye.
††† Who made the cracks
†††††† in the ground below
†††††††††† the sunsetting sky?
† The diffusion of light.
† The weight of light falling through space.
What is the sound I am hearing?
The trill of a piano next door.
Where is the world behind the world?
†† Itís only the lingering memory
†††††††††† of the tsunami.
Who can see god in this picture?
Those w/ the experience of skin.
†† What is an emotion?
†A small patch of blue in peril.
III††††††††††††††††††††††† Why a cold wave slap in the face?
†† Because shape demands it.
†† What can one say about art?
That it represents the unsayable.
When did the animals return?
When the lingering image of her brushwork
††††††††† was inspired by her deepest
††††††††††††††††††† inner rhythm.
A Language Event by John Olson, Roberta Olson & Paul Nelson, 6:32PM Ė 9.13.05