Dead Singer

There's an online rumour that Elliott Smith is dead & Elliott's serving Elvis in a five-to-four bar job - I'm whistling my high chorus [I'm wiping my blunt blade] My pipe-cold water pours to bathe his blood away/ Portland is tracks & paint & Nick Drake isn't dead/ I turn up Elliott's stereo [11 is … Continue reading Dead Singer


Some of his colours were valorized [vastly higher [then] than pure gold] When Vermeer lit - beyond grisaille - by halation? - layered line strokings in his replications of God's working [before rest]/ Old artists' rules were brushed out/ His irises widened [as if exposed to yet-invented spotlight & revelations] - his arts flummoxed God … Continue reading Vermeer