The front of the dream
is blown off
leaving the picture like a giant sunspot
at the back of the dream
I reach into language and I find nothing
a new building, an empty swimming pool
I crouch in this privacy
a generalized infinity
entrained in the rhythm of the monthly
rent
sovereign as a mother.
There’s a gold and pink shadow
a second rate infinity
at the back of the scene
wood, bamboo, parchment, pear tree
apple tree, apple
metal, diamond, horsehair, milk
a murmur, not a grammar
not the singular story of the sun
an enchantment, a rejoinder.
Anne Lesley Selcer is a poet making art. Their books include Sun Cycle, winner of The First Poetry Book Award, Blank Sign Book, essays on art + politics, and several limited editions including from A Book of Poems on Beauty, winner of the Gazing Grain award. Recent work has screened, exhibited and been performed at the Athens Film Festival, Artists’ Television Access, Berkeley Art Museum, International Short Film Festival Oberhausen, Krowswork, and other spaces. They have written for museums or gallery catalogs, work most recently appearing in the Drawing Room (London) catalog On Figure/s: Drawing After Bellmer. They are guest editing a sound issue of Tagvverk poetry magazine to be released this Fall.
