The Mask Now
Jorie Graham, 3 November 2016
“... winds leaves birds systems directions visibles invisibles honeysuckle limbs and rose gaining self-song, motion, entering this continuum – oh continuum do not lie to me with this delicate weight of time, this floating of as ifs and further-ons and all your guides to dreaming, abundance, the coming true of the true. No. From under here, listening ... ”