HGLA #96 - Play me like a violin

Truth, history and the players that keep it all malleable

Words of ice,
hands like velvet.

Fire.

Martha Rosler

It’s unmistakable.
Precise.

Reality lands around you,
formed as if it could never happen any other way.

I hear you first,
the sharp click of a metronome heel.
How are they always new?

I look from afar.
From the embers,
from the chaos.

To a world
where nothing looks out of place.

Catalogued gestures.
Pearl studs.
Silk b…