At the National Monument
15.06.16
I saw across the water on a boat
I was at the national monument
I had to borrow money
I didn’t have any yet and
I was at the national monument
I was unsure if (you could see me)
I borrowed money
I wasn’t wearing what
I had a hat said
I will today
⌵
wear today a blue
scarf and hat combo I
wear often enough
it would be blue I
wear today however
(really great) you
wore green instead
which never said I
wore a color
to see you in
⌵
and to see in you
more so than ever before
and how in the mind
can it be anything else
and not be in how
do I know that
and is a refusal
in orienting
and no insights
to dignity in thinking
⌵
that a technique is
rolled in utopia
that struggles with the
fantasy of thought
that recast myself
a pornographer of being
that fucking unwilling
to render simply
that to work
with eyes half-closed
⌵
is thinking outside
the national monument
is not a network
and rejects communication
is real, the
world
is not given to us
to think about there
is no state without its voices
recent memory precedes
⌵
I saw across the water on a boat
to my own orientation you
wear in relation to
the water the surface unfolded
and refolded across
a state or laundry line
that split so picturesque
what couldn’t be admitted
is the feeling of arrival
at the national monument
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Image: Daniel Rich, Detail of Beijing, 2014, Acrylic on Dibond, 78″ x 59″. Courtesy of Daniel Rich and Peter Blum Gallery.
A complete edition of At the National Monument is forthcoming from Pioneer Works this month.