Monday, November 22, 2021

Mei-m Berssenbrugge

 













Texas

I used the table as a reference and just did things from there
in register, to play a form of feeling out to the end, which is
an air of truth living persons and objects you use take on
when you set them together in a certain order, conferring privilege
on the individual, who will tend to dissolve if his visual presence
is maintained, into a sensation of meaning, going off by itself
First the table is the table. In blue light
nor in electric light does it create pathos. Then the light separates
from the human content, a violet-colored net or immaterial haze, echoing
the violet iceplant on the windowsill, where he is the trace of a desire

Such emotional disturbances are interruptions in landscape
and in logic brought on by a longing for direct experience
as if her memory of experience were the trace of herself. Especially now
when things have been flying apart in all directions
she will consider the hotel lobby the inert state of a form
It is the location of her appointment. And gray enamel elevator doors
are the relational state, the place behind them being a ground of water
or the figure of water. Now she turns her camera on them to change her thinking about them
into a thought in Mexico

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