They do indeed study it fair studiously and they do indeed appear to wish to breathe and be betrayed AND BERATE them silly LITTLE selves until.. all generic eyes, actually, have been tasked and taken to that plACE
Of guaranteed kindness and other softly spoken moments: that WILL assume to stand and of their very own accord. Words. Weapons?
Just these settled and meandering of aforementioned softly spoken dialect
And it is in fact terrifically directional and actually acting playFULLY locational AND feeling dAfTlY brand new – as their pUlSes race and the artist traces.. the pandemic-of-face of ANOTHER peripheral passerby’s… MIND(?!)
It IS in the peripheral perspective of an AVID outline and, all awhile, this writerly anticipation which ‘lies’ actively-both-descriptively inside —-
A painter’s mind, actually, seems to be
A totally mixed up, MESHED-up OrDeAl altogether
Of one… ahem, poet and of no other. They are all poets: just on differently difficult levels of personalised portrayal alongside animated actions by, actually… Inactive people. Only they’ve been purposely Poised to remain faithfully, playfully, ingenious for US
