Look (To Allan Sekula) by Marcus Civin
To Allan Sekula [1951-2013]
Film still, The Forgotten Space (2010), an film essay by Allan Sekula and Noël Burch
A long ship could be a small thing, a gewgaw, if it goes away, if it wisps out. Ship ship small thing upturned 90 degrees. Say then this ship held marbles, marbles clink-tumble down. A ship is a blue-neck glass vase; it was filled with flower petals but now it stinks of sulfur, a homunculus pressed between wires and sinking. From my bubbling sea-cage, my long ship now going down, orange pants and hard hat, We are all for flowers, and we will be waiting for something more than flowers.