Just as watching
the final scene of a film,
Or even just the credits,
Having not seen,
Not witnessed,
Any of the preceding
action playing out.
Sunburn on the
moon
Either consciously
Or because you want only
To know the answer
As if there is an
answer;
As if the answer
comes at the end.
What is the question you are asking?
What is the question you are being asked?
Dust has its own
specific gravity -
A landscape, decomposed
and blinding
Valleys on the moon
Powdered blue
She called herself Maria;
There was something
oceanic
in the way she moved
[ [ Fine. Fine. ] ]
–
Sunburn on the Moon (2019)
Video: Found images from construction sites selling industrial dust.
Dag Kargyraa sung by Kaigal-ool Khovalyg (excerpt) (duration 2.00)
Text: Found text taken from the same websites, reassembled
–
Some small notes on vertigo
Just as watching the final scene of Zabriskie Point, on repeat, explosions and particles falling through air, catching the light, everything slows down. Everything speeds up. A sudden loss or change of perception. Construction sites became the most poetic places, the language of industry both seductive and dizzying.
Perhaps my growing obsession with dust can be linked to a general sense of falling, of collapse, the mundane and the catastrophic switching sides, becoming one. The micro being macro-ed. Yet just as the sense of standing on a platform, wanting inexplicably to jump, it passes in the same way it arises, suddenly, as if from nowhere.
