DAIGAN LUECK

[FRAMED]

Framed? And then? But people hardly know great plumbing
when they see it. Viewed as flow, a shuttling between rewind and
fast forward, a ceaseless play on meanings finely calibrated: so
few take the pains to notice, most take it for granted. As if elbow
joints have forever been a mere enactment of ordinary playtime.
A petty mind is exhausting, not to mention dangerous. Still,
something’s missing. “How is it when the lotus has not yet
emerged from the muddy water?” That was some storm we had.
The bulldozers rucking about the debris as one sits working on a
piece of handicraft, all the while the dream merchants entering
the five gates and spreading out their wares in the plaza, Me, I’m
careful when I open my mouth that it’s just to breathe.