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PATRICK BOVA & LUCAS REGAZZI – MATTER’S WINK


Matter’s Wink


flashes forth,
beckons toward or away from
feeling unsaid in expression.

What préssentiment premonition sense of foreboding to notice catch hold in one’s eye

slicing certainty, slivers of thought,

A fleck of sky in dirt

recalls as best as possible
an imperfect outline of events
of touches and exits

From cloud cuts through a blade-tipped body, a brief shadow on lidded eyes

Unsheathed

A sign, its nothing,
time’s blind spot bobbing.



“Ambiguity is the manifest imaging of dialectic, the law of
dialectics at a standstill. This standstill is utopia and the
dialectical image, therefore, dream image.” (1)


“The woven
woven into one”

“Cup
in the mist

You
yourself ”

“Where do they go
all those soft rays

gathering in a knot?

Light desires
& seeks them” (2)


“wrap me in those places between
the buildings” (3)

 

 

 

 

 

The will of a wisp cast over balmy water

Netting that flash,
eyes cast with
in its trap

Light, hence sight
A material symptom,
Dissolving time to refuse less room

Endless folds constant as onyx shimmers
How snakes slither

betraying the buried
in an optic partnership.

A mass of words building up in the back of my throat, waiting to be caught by another as they pool higher, scream across my eyes,

Corpuscular, buoyant.

 

 

 

(1) Walter Benjamin, 1935.

(2) Cecilia Vicuña, 1992.

(3) Brook Hsu, 2019.

 


PATRICK BOVA & LUCAS REGAZZI — MATTER’S WINK