Saturday, May 26, 2007

Eric Baus' Tuned Droves

Tuned Droves

After an animal beacon sounds, a black disk masks whatever there is to see, three swallows enter a poplar’s pulse, and the entire forest darkens a shade

from GAMMM


Princess Banter said...

I like that one... enigmatic yet powerful!

steven karl said...

thank you princess banter- i liked your money blog posting a while back- i even tried to write a poem about it, but it failed me so alas,


ps- eric baus may be reading sometime in december for a reading series i curate- keep yer eyes posted!