Tuesday, June 14, 2005

Blue Poles in Pieces 

I remembered feeling under pressure. To quickly feel something. To see it whole. I remember moving closer, moving away, wishing people would shift so that I could see it all at once and from a distance. Without the bench in the foreground and perhaps without the walls or the floor or the roof surround. My companion pointed out the blue poles.

Nine years later someone asks me if I was impressed. Not really I say after pausing to remember. I should have added, But not because it wasn't impressive.

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