On a swivel chair, I look around
the time capsule of my head
flies and devises stories
of memories and images
that pass, I travel
to my birth country
It does not exist, never
it has existed, it is a soup
of ingredients picked life-
long at my feet, cooked
in the pan of my skull
.....The fresh soup now
.....from my birth country
.... tastes different, really
.....I see it
.....at the plants and the varieties
Mar 30, 2020
Mar 30, 2020 at 8:02 AM UTC
On a swivel chair, I look around
the time capsule of my head
flies and devises stories
of memories and images
that pass, I travel
to my birth country
It does not exist, never
it has existed, it is a soup
of ingredients picked life-
long at my feet, cooked
in the pan of my skull
.....The fresh soup now
.....from my birth country
.... tastes different, really
.....I see it
.....at the plants and the varieties
“Chair car” (1965, Edward Hopper)
“Shirley: visions of reality” (2013, Gustav Deutsch)
Collection “NightWatch”
