Preparing for an Ekphrasis workshop in Surrey, recalling Cézanne’s Mont Sainte-Victoire, re-reading SubTerrain’s LineBreak…
“That man of collections, Henry Pearlman, beneficent, and I, visitor, happy to gaze.
That afternoon, home via the Skytrain, I sat down at my kitchen table.
Time arranged itself around a cup of tea, the poem, ‘rival trading posts,’ smoothed out and held:
in silence, the substance of uninterrupted observation, a method.
Here again, the object, with its emanations.”