Suspension of a Secret in Abandoned Rooms


Pinball Publishing (Portland, OR / Out of Print) | June 2005

We are on a train that seems to multiply itself, ghostlike, as it goes;
we can hear the smooth hiss and strange hitches of the cars; this is
one way to tell a story, from inside a multiplying train. In it, the
poem is what history makes off with--bodies, stories, life, emotions
contained within human bodies--but also what intimacies and traces
of those things are carried through and beyond history, in drawings,
in lines, in words. I would say these are love poems, to the body,
to a painter of bodies, to cities and history and birds. Love makes
a hole in the body, and silences and words rush in.

—Eleni Sikelianos

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