Camille Pissarro (Fr. 1830-1903), Côte des Grouettes, près de Pontoise, vers 1878, huile sur toile, 74 x 60 cm, New York, Metropolitan Museum of Art
Five Poets: Richard Siken (1/5).
I was trying to investigate the idea of rupture. There’s a necessary violence when separate things try impossibly to unify. In part one, it’s self and other. In part two, it’s the dead and the living. In part three, it’s God and man.
There is empathy, maybe even surprising and suspicious empathy, but it’s for every singular thing that’s trapped in a skin and drowning in gravity, it’s for every singular thing that’s trying grossly, desperately, sloppily to make contact. Sometimes contact ruptures a boundary. Sometimes rupture is the only way to feel the contact. [X]