Closets. A closet was my refuge as a young girl.
Garage Closets
- Jan McLaughlin
Take a glimpse,
a verve,
a clock along a passage,
grim,
with the must of garage closets
whose dis-remembered contents
will not pardon,
have no mercy whatsoever.
None, at all.
The glue has come undone
from every box bottom,
spilling contents at the feet of dancers
who mark time better than middle-aged children,
latching onto life
as tightly
as reputations.
Sam Perry, artist.
Spring Raulerson, artist.
Jan McLaughlin, metaphrast.
Bruce Weber, poet.
We made the audio together for my meditation on the past.
This is one of my all-time favorites of our collaborative works in Florida.
You can see a wee bit of Arturo Rodriguez camera right and a bit of Demi, camera left.
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