Tag Archives: David Chorlton

Thirst

This is what thirst looks like: some rocks the Earth once forced out of itself to break a crumbling skyline and to bear millennia of weather; flashes of sunlight on stone shards lying between creosote and smoke trees; a century … Continue reading

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The Ultimate Distraction

A gunman stilled by indecision has a young boy in his sights and before we know the frame shifts                               to a different war with people crowded underground while the planes arrive ready to unload their bombs, and just when we’re … Continue reading

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Pilgrim

At the broad end of a beam of sunlight that warms the knotted hair trailing onto his back, a man dragging blankets behind him like robes walks along the street wearing nothing to place him in our century, rather the … Continue reading

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The Downtown Artspace Concert

After the helicopter had circled once and gone away during the Allegro non troppo the atmosphere was calm for the Brahms quartet until the man in the back row who had wandered in while the doors were open for the … Continue reading

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Afternoon Alarm

A car horn blocks away insists on sounding the alarm for reasons I can’t fathom from the beep beep or the voice that announces on the telephone Hello, my name is Julian, and refuses to say more when I ask … Continue reading

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Dismantling the Still Life

            Still Life by Giorgio Morandi, 1940 It is time to destroy the reality behind the illusion: to lift the jug from behind the bottle and return it to the shelf to become a jug again. The tilted bowl comes from … Continue reading

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The Pigeons

The pigeons fly from wire to grass and back, and when the hawk appears they flock into a wheel that turns around their portion of the sky before coming down again to peck the ground for what they alone know … Continue reading

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