Dialogue

Vicki and I discussed the upcoming show Echoes of a Market at Parley yesterday and my part will be responding to the collected sound archive through the coffee doodle drawings series. I’m thinking I would like to montage these together into a short, silent film which will then be included in the group show with the audio works audible alongside.

I went to the library yesterday and looked at the linguistics section. For a central library it was surprisingly sparse but I got an Elizabeth Bishop and Sylvia Plath book out.

Words by Sylvia Plath

Axes
After whose stroke the wood rings,
And the echoes!
Echoes traveling
Off from the center like horses.

The sap
Wells like tears, like the
Water striving
To re-establish its mirror
Over the rock

That drops and turns,
A white skull,
Eaten by weedy greens.
Years later I
Encounter them on the road—

Words dry and riderless,
The indefatigable hoof-taps.
While
From the bottom of the pool, fixed stars
Govern a life.