“...we’re not only seeing the sun’s dark side, we’re feeling, twisting and listening to it as well.” Lika Guhathakurta, NASA
Think of it as solar mood—la couleur des pommes behind a curtain, another language—where something that seemed round and fragrant with the taste of fruit caused the senses to leap a barrier, as if we were dancing, this jeté and aujourhui our extended daily progress through the air not on waves of light carrying us toward or away but sent from the shadow heart that embraces what is alien to itself, becoming the mammoth flower whose golden pollen drifts through space, carrying our likeness on the sifting solar wind— transfiguring silence and zero heat into language and however unshapely or useless song.
John Allman | Ceci N’est Pas... Contents | Mudlark No. 48 (2012)