lumièrethèqueandrew zawacki

blue hour press2009

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lumièrethèqueandrew zawacki

lumièrethèque

: 01

The vista comesback back

-ward,minus words

or weather outside the dis-play: edges

toward the present as the pauseis cancelled, crenellated

reels releasing the icons & theircryptic, posthumous code,

a linear of dull dimensionchoreo-

graphed to laughter& to lifelikene-sslessness

: 02

uncon-cern with everything but

care forevery thing:

digraph & lesion, a hy-phen of ivory

stone, spanningthe mirrored,

the memoir canal,the wind & where it would

come from, warm where itonce awayed,

& waiting at the vaporetto &turning

in tune witha turbulent world:

leftis

right,right

left—as in: how little footage, lesser

future is

: 03

By this rakishtwilight, with its xeroxed

veneer, a close-upveers & loses its locale:

to focusis locus

-lapsed needlework, the fogged& weft-knit

knot & null,a piece of floe

in the Genovese gray &gravel

-level under-tow

: the way shorebirds at a distancelease their color before

their shape& then are lost—accents

from a province out ofcolloquy

& sunlitcorners

& the cold

: 04

Thru weathered glass& firebreak,

like a lego-brickheart with an artery

blocked, the halyardof rerecording is severed

again: a voice-over over

-dubbed, weirding the airwaveswith warble & offal:

-ish, -esque,-y, -ic

: 05

a still shot soakedin a vascular

lake, a tectonicx-ray of I without

I: be grass thatbristles, thistles

to thresh, a thresh-old of hunger & linger &

thirst, or a powhiteblur off center,

off camera,verging on renaissance,

portraiture red: to rewind the living

daylights, & the dead

: 06

Viewfinder in the vehicle—motion

picture, movingcar—turning

thru a tunnel thrua tunnel,

as a sadnessis drawn with the tide’s drawl,

peregrine & pebbles’ ebb, thrawn

by the weight of so muchwater thrashing

—how many throes—& whispers at you to s-

wear it until, worn, it wear-s you-r inside-s insideout—

: 07

What rough-cutlumièresthétique,

what merry-go-round of the cam-

corder’s gaze: subfusc &wrought by the image,

fumed bya flashcube burnt

by the view: klieg lights thru a window

write a windowon the wall

: 08

The sun a disco ball, a bulb, clouds a lean-to with least to lean

against:aleppo

pine & olive groves in a passageof helical scan, cypresses ranging

a craggycliff

as if butcher’s twine were allthat held them back:

a swimmercaught

on handheld, her body beneaththe surface writhes

to learn:water,

like her, goes counter tothe current’s pull & in con-

junctionwith

: 09

The radiosilent,kinescope eye, at

large in some uffiziof the laddered,

folding heart:a love erased on vhs,

the flecks still flickerdecay, on a vdt

with a tube blown, blackinside the box

—each shadow throws a shadowof its own

: 10

Black ice searedto the corduroy road

—vinca-dyed by a solstice moon

made aphrodisiac—ace coming

down the river downbelow

: 11

luster acrossthe floorboards, on the other

side of the cloister door—turnthe flood,

the spot light on: you can’t seeit because it

’s there

clips from this project have previously appeared in Bombay Gin, Cannot Exist, Eleven Eleven, and Ping • Pong, as well as in the limited-edition letterpress pamphlet Videotape, designed and printed by Particular Press.

screen captures are from The City, a 1939 documentary by ralph steiner and Willard Van Dyke.