Bhanu Kapil Rider
What Are The Consequences Of Silence? - Poem by Bhanu Kapil Rider
Red Canna, I see you. Edge of. What I saw: a flower blossoming, in slow motion.
Not specific enough. Okay. No. Cannot. Red Canna, I veer into you. I am not in
one straight line. Red Canna, I see you. 1904. The University of Arizona Museum
of Art. Opening in slow motion: are you okay? Are you okay? Can you hear me?
That's how it begins: impenetrable.
The book of two words I happen to see, out of the corner of my eye, on a wall. Such
These words took years to arrive.
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