Bartering,
bartering,
bartering,
praying,
tickling,
hoisting,
weighing,
praying,
weighing,
circular,
anvil-like.
Looking
to
the
sky
as
if
you
were
St.
Joan. Under
each
arm
folding. The
sound
of
their
work
is
a
galloping
horse. To
bring
ones
attention
to. As
if
they
are
withholding
an
ancient
secret
(change
–
2
–
3
-
4). The
digging
double-fingers
movement,
one
over
the
other. I
look
away. I
have
never
felt
so
stilled
by
a
performance,
I
cannot
feel
myself
here
any
more. Matthew’s
withered
arm;
the
pulse;
standing
up
and
taking
the
blow
of
a
stroke.
They
end
as
fallen
knights. Like
Giorgio
Morandi,
whose
paintings
I
saw
some
days
later
in
the
Metropolitan
Museum,
they
are
engaging
with
the
problem
of
the
redemption
of
matter.
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