- These Pieces
adjust the air or itspressure the space around them where lines meet
sometimes andsometimes not who knows how or why, really it's happening here, just so through this poem of a room we roam inside ourselves, these stanzas [End Page 3]
Is it beauty buoyed up or ungainli- ness itself as such that holds us here &
what's holding this one there above us?
Hmmm—
not clear at all but clearlysomething beyonditself [End Page 4]
Neither rightnor wrong, not evenleft exactly out or—
just the sprawling soaring falland call of
all of it [End Page 5]
and the color: how delicate is that
slung
piece of plywood painteda once- crushed Paris blue cutting into the lime view at an angle to the off- white wall proposing— This is how it is in relation to that and the beyond any gum- pink
skin to begin with [End Page 6]
Floating motes ofpunctuation or tilted syllables in the sentence of our walkingaround and through them thinking
of things,for instance, with Hopkins—
"Say, beauty liesbut in the meet of lines," or "careful-spacedsequences of sounds." [End Page 7]
Are these songsof degrees increments (in their way)of an inter- rupted descent
or broken descant
strung from fishingline or guy- wired (like words) hoveringin a breeze within that playing these beams and cords like chords [End Page 8]
It's not a linearnarrative like a novel, but you can definitely see itmore the way you could reada part of a poem—one part of a poem can besignificant in itself.Poets might disagree. [End Page 9]
Sly,a little wily, and why not
who's to say itisn't sublime
or onlyabout a pitch and dis- tribution of certain values just that something
more we're always falling into or forand possibly from havingfailed to reachit or for it
(slipping)
thought's projection into spaceweighted with waiting almost defying
gravity's say in the whole
materof floors and choreo- graphed boards a set of planks or long box blocks and a lozenged slice of spruce… [End Page 10]
its unfolding recomposing at once itself
and, yes, youtoo, viewer, reader, hanger- on to what's been hung areinstalled within this installation site-specifically and oh so perfectly pitched inits ambivalence [End Page 11]
O
Yes—
Oh
No, not thisshadow longer than the joy which is just that— Yes Joy and another collap- sing into a crouch to holdon or leap up to shout with moreof that same uneasy ec- static (moving, why?)delight—
Uh-oh,
not that
Yes that No- Yes- tasy's limbs
bronzed beneath those sky blues is why [End Page 12]
Go figure, the figures seem to say—in their almost swaying
how it is that what we mean is what we stand between, always an after and then whatwas before that always at least
two things come together (or more) to form—
all that abstraction, it's so human.
For Joel Shapiro, sculptor [End Page 13]
PETER COLE's most recent book is Hymns & Qualms: New and Selected Poems and Translations.