53. Red Canna, I see you. Edge of. What I saw: a flower blossoming, in slow motion. Not specific enough. Okay. No. Cannot. Red Canna, I veer into you. I am not in one straight line. Red Canna, I see you. 1904. The University of Arizona Museum of Art. Opening in slow motion: are you okay? Are you okay? Can you hear me? (I can't) That's how it begins: impenetrable. The book of two words I happen to see, out of the corner of my eye, on a wall. Such slowness. These words took years to arrive.
From A Vertical Interrogation of Strangers by Bhanu Kapil Rider, published by Kelsey St. Press. Copyright © 2001 by Bhanu Kapil Rider. Used with permission. All rights reserved.