Logic Unfolding Across A Colourless Void
It is late when I see you moving into the flat above the pub opposite. Must be past 11, because I hear the doors swinging open, hot blue noise gulping for air.
Collecting
Things on the windowsill,
amongst books,
on the mantelpiece,
in a jewellery box,
on the desk,
in a wide flat bowl,
in a glass cabinet,
hanging in the studio.
1920s porcelain mermaid
Old carved Brazil nut fruit(8 Brazil nut seeds inside)
Fossilised sea urchin from Morocco
Papier maché birds from India, 1880
Nautilus shell found on beach in Oman
Tin mechanised fish swallowing fish
Carved hare on burr
Fossilised megladon tooth
Horseshoe crab shell
Desert rose from Andalucia, Spain
Shiva Lingam (stone) from India
Vine knot
Bronze female torso
Sand paperweight
Fossilised conch seashell
Royal Crown Derby golden octopus
Syro-Hittite tomb bull
Old wood burr for veneering (olive)
Large ammonite
Meteor-struck moonlike paperweight
A pair of painted lead giraffes
Victorian sawfish bill
Ship in a Chanel bottle
Victorian wooden spinning top
Japanese Meiji bookweight in the shape of a dragon
French cast iron cacao shell trinket box from Paris
Crystal Palace paperweight
Driftwood from Andalucia
Flint nodule creature
Swirled glass paperweight
Coral mounted on marble
Fossilised sea anemone
Polished lapis lazuli
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Nin (2008-2012)
For Nin, poor Nin. For Nin neither.
So much for you to hear and fear, that owl hoot and dog bark is not for you. Come out from under your wing soft down. You are needed.