Tuesday, 1 August 2000

From "St. Malo, Facsimile (an essay)"

By Kai Fierle-Hedrick.

[...] How, when a pink shell
attracts the eye, the camera — blinded by the zoom — swiveled

fretfully across the beach, could not frame it; but in skimming the sand
revealed how the eye might mimic the hand, might accumulate texture.
How sight might harvest space [what I mean by harvest is materialize], and materialize
via touch. See it pass through the image, surface? Consider y
this caption; x, 25 frames per second of the world beyond the word.
Killing time, a lens cap — tethered — swings to and fro, keeps time.

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