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Thursday, 6 December 2018

The Star Field by Mei-mei Berssenbrugge

Placing our emotion on a field, as I said, became a nucleus of space
defined by a rain of light and indeterminate contours of a landscape
like the photograph of an explosion, and gave the travel of your gaze into it or on me
imaginative weight of the passage along a gulf of space
or a series of aluminum poles

She walks through the rooms of blue chain-linked fence, a spacious tennis court
of rooms on concrete, instead of the single movement of a room where sky and earth
would come together

Outside is the field she is thinking about, a category of gray dots
on a television screen, of star data, representing no one’s experience
but which thrills all who gaze on it, so that it must be experience, and
the land at large becomes the light on the land

A coyote or a flicker’s call
is transfixed at the moment before its dissemination across the field
a sediment of, instead
of the tracing of feeling, the ratio of people to the space

I pass through focal planes of blue tennis court as a scene of desire
The material of the sky adjacent to me eludes me,
a pure signifier, and shift of sense
the sky or space a gradation of material, the light a trace
of mobility like a trace of light on a sensitive screen, extended
into the plane of the trace
and marked by light poles or drawn close by a planet at the edge

Your name becomes a trace of light. Through the movement of the trace
its repetition and deferral, my life protects itself
from blurs, time lapses, flares
of the sexual act, its mobility of an afterimage

Then I can understand the eye’s passage into depth
as an inability to stand still for you to see.

From: http://www.conjunctions.com/print/article/mei-mei-berssenbrugge-c6

Date: 1984

By: Mei-mei Berssenbrugge (1947- )

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