The Idea of Museums

Pushing his certain, you're equally cadenced.
Programs call unnecessary routines, crack 
seminal velocities. All the different ways of
being understood. At night, even-handed, 
ungathered, difficult. Only one occasion would
be reason for careful meditation. Minimal steps 
were taken to get to the end of looking. Hello to 
fault lines; hello to art. In my former style: illustrative, 
arbitrary, numbing. Superficial introductions 
to large installations not necessarily heeded. The
nomenclature of history is there, between the line
of figures, ahead of the block of text. Not an homage,
but a taking-off point, well-steeped in never going back.



This poem first appeared in volume 4 (Autumn 2002) of cauldron & net.