Found Objects

Found Objects

Nathan Galli (The Scientific Computing and Imaging Institute)
video of Katharine Coles's poem, Found Objects

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Found Objects

            In the mood of Atget

A skeleton, modeled
Half life size. A bust.
A mounted beetle.
Cultivated dust.

This bat wing, severed
From a life now flown;
Hinge and lever,
Articulated bone—

No: umbrella.
Mooding trumps my eye,
Invents details
To match memory—

A corset, empty
Of the shape it gave,
A passing city,
A fallen nest, a grave.

Say: how do
Your eyes still pin me flat,
When it’s you
Laid down in black and white?