Tag Archives: Emily Lawson

Watching

In another exhibit, you look through the periscope to see four crew-cut boys  with  joysticks,  inside a cube of blinking lights. They sit in front of a screen & watch a succession of deaths. Some of the deaths are only … Continue reading

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The nation protects me

Through the next door is an exhibit of the nation. First : two columns of blood & light. : a dead drone. : a vault filled with crystals. : A black hoodie. : A series of tubes extending from the … Continue reading

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News of the war arrives

The panes turn over, forming a series of exhibits / one regenerating exhibit. Exhibit : The self is revealed as a series of ghosts. Lights flaring up along a wire. Exhibit : Slide after slide of the drone war. Aerial … Continue reading

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Most people are dead people & I go to the library

Every line I follow leads me back to the library, rising in the night like some bright castle. Opening itself to me again & again in splendid valves of light. Once I was a bossy kid, & I made everyone … Continue reading

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