Celluloid

Celluloid (I). © Chris Bronsk 2014.
Take It Or Leave It. © Chris Bronsk 2014.
Celluloid (II). © Chris Bronsk 2014.

“I’m not capable of describing my own liberation as a series of plausible events; I lack the ability to convey the evolutionary history of my own resurrection–I present only these epiphanic stanzas, though my resurrection too was like an epiphany, like a haiku; it was like a single line of poetry, unerring as lightning.”

—Jerzy Pilch, from The Mighty Angel

(from the archives, Seattle, 2014)

Sentinel

Sentinel (I). © Chris Bronsk 2014.
Sentinel (II). © Chris Bronsk 2014.

Jacket worn and shabby like a pack of wolves.
Face like a marble chip.
Sitting in a ring of his letters in the grove that sighs
of mocking and mistakes.
Yes, the heart is blown like paper through inhospitable passages.

Now sunset steals like a fox across this land
setting the grass on fire in a moment.
The sky is filled with horns and hooves, and underneath
the calèche glides shadowy between my father’s
illuminated estates.

Tomas Tranströmer, excerpted from “Gogol”

(from the archives)