The world is a mask that hides the real world.
Thatâs what everybody suspects, though the world we see wonât let us dwell on it long.
The world has ways - more masks - of getting our attention.
The suspicion sneaks in now and again, between the cracks of everyday existenceâ¦the bird song dips, rises, dips, trails off into blue sky silence before the note that would reveal the shape of a melody that, somehow, would tie everything together, on the verge of unmasking the hidden armature that frames this sky, this tree, this bird, this quivering green leaf, jewels in a crown.â¦
As the song dies, the secret withdraws.
The tree is a mask.
The sky is a mask.
The quivering green leaf is a mask.
The song is a mask.
The singing bird is a mask.
Tuesday, September 06, 2005
Focus Group
...sez guy on the streets:
"Anti-corporate image by street artist ELBOW-TOE. Acrylic on butcher paper wheatpasted on yet another expensive development site in Brooklyn. I appologize that the photo is strung together a little weird. A large SUV was parked directly in front of it."
