Ruin Value
2010; Colorado State University; Volume: 37; Issue: 3 Linguagem: Inglês
10.1353/col.2010.0026
ISSN2325-730X
Autores Resumo127 CHRISTOPHER LIRETTE RUIN VALUE for Katie Albert Speer invented it his hand drew it on draftpaper its corners taped down like wrists in cruciform like wrists to a bed it is when I read this when I draw the new breaths I know and this may be the first time I ever know I know he is not talking about edifices nor the parade grounds nor the Deutsches Stadion nor any bunker that may become beautiful only after sufficient ruin but is talking as if whispering into my little ear you who have walked by the wayside (see if there be any sorrow) you who have let ink bleed delocalized (see if you feather or fade) you who crumble when touched who bloom (see if you be steadfast) but you see his sketch was only the sketch of your amber eyes the flask of wine long emptied oh and even this stains your wrists like the charge of his quill the graphite of his fingertips the charcoal of his tongue yes I see now he was not drawing at all but he was singing his German eyes were just twin blue arias articulating an immolation of stone correspondence slow revelation like pupils loosening against the absence of light like pupils tight to the point of death with clarity o clarity you fury you already have what’s left yet this is all in our future tonight we sleep in our pre-ruin bodies ...
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