Not fossil not decay unfurls / A shining ladder and makes / Rescue all. In movies / Lets loose, tears off

Who would have thought he’d sit / so still so long, but he settles right / into our row, props his head on the velvet / armrest basking in the company

At once hermetic and worldly, ethereal and dense, this tightly focused exhibition reflects in its contradictions the difficulties and pleasures of Rockburne’s early career, which spanned from the late 1960s to the early ’70s.

It was night / Death slept naked / on God’s corpse

Still, she liked what she had become. She slept in a den of sticks of her own making. Language and its judgment escaped her. Was being animal closer to God than innocence? Her voice was her breath. She was still alive.

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Jesus Christ let me get a witness / on my grave I don’t have a dollar / I barely even own my name.

I am writing myself / into the mother of this poem

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