garden of earthly delights

I am reading in this: https://www.eventbrite.com/e/voicemail-poems-winter-issue-release-reading-tickets-140025352599. You have to register to get the zoom link. Or you can just listen to me read the poem included in the issue--over and over again, until the end of the internet, or the end of the world, whatever comes first: https://voicemailpoems.org/2021/02/02/dont-get-too-worked-up-over-it/ But the folks reading are really cool, do it for them. 

(Thomas showed this sculpture in my living room in Bridgeport, two summers ago(?), and we had a reading to celebrate. This is brief reflection on the on the sculpture that evening.) Instillation view of Building Untitled Forced Perspective. Photo: Thomas Moore. It is a nervous feeling, a balancing act--Thomas Moore's Building Untitled Forced Perspective (2019). Centered in the room is an object of architecture: a miniature assembled of household items. Styrofoam. Window blinds. Wisk. Colored pins. Everything bagel seasoning around the base, resembling people themselves. At first the work looks like an allegorical pastiche, as if Moore reassembled domestic material into a hybridized work/domestic architecture--just take a walk and look at the new condos being constructed throughout this pandemic. What Moore is concerned with is perspective; the sculpture is not about the object itself--it is a nervous feeling. It is like Hart Crane's poem The Bridge (1930); it is not about the B...