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A Quarterly Journal
Jeffrey Woodward, Founder & General Editor
Volume 8, Number 2, April 2014


Charles Tarlton
San Francisco, California, USA

To the Bottom

art along the wall
pictured, picture after picture

What I found troubling in just about every gallery we went to was the way the image in my eye

a woman’s idea
of a stockcar race (all reds
and blues) dead starfish in the sand

from the first picture hadn’t faded yet when I was forced to confront a new one

“notice the texture
here,” the curator was saying
“turns suddenly gentler”

the echo of that grayed starfish sandpapered down and glued over a pale Freilicher landscape

but the frames dissolved for me
perspectives flooding over

a rotogravure
inked around my whirling brain
one thing beside

a scandalous old naked couple painted in front of a barn becomes two rough orange ships at sea, then an East Anglian mustard field yellowing a whole hillside

another I’ve lost my edges
probably dream this tonight



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