on the first lesson

-Erin Ackroyd

 

1:

not ever tall, however looks surprisingly like
a lost Wes Anderson character
-both a turn on and off
yet i learn where crispy voices come from; sometimes the tops
of towers, and others
from dug out bellies

2:

“a systematised way of learning about
dead and alive things”
the way you pretend a film would, come
and fuck you sometimes
the way you pretend a dead
-BIRD OF ALL THINGS (it still upsets us)
would tell you everything you needed to hear

3:

like an eye slit, the window is whom i choose
“art is only art because it means something”
this comes from a mouth,
the way meat from a mincer
it may be, that at the window
(a tentative, raised hand)
but i refuse to believe art can’t mean nothing