Collaborative 16mm film with Tamara Henderson. Populated by bees wax hats, crystals, caryatids, saunas, swans and fruit. A homage to our particular friendship and Stockholm.
We spoke most often with wax accents
many coloured and thick
and on our holidays in the shade of larger trees
convincing sunsets and mirrored sunglasses something went on with the temperature
we were understood then
only by the ears of connoisseurs.
To be ushered
Into, drunken doorways
Luxuriating under the weight
Of time, of stone, of sleep
Made solid, alcoholic bliss
Like a circus tent to a swan
I dreamt the shape of a bird
An almost touchable whole.
of pure self perfecting shape,
illusion over tiny bones
And the drink, I do the same
Take parole without form
only the clock
stupefied block of wax that I am,
I melt with egyptian scented streams
to perfume the scalps,
the sweating follicles
of those who sit, alike in heavy bliss
sir so formulated like a million amethysts in a shell riveted shut
and when breathed, a promenade with her who holds the key to the valley of the liberated caryatids
architecture collapsed in her absence, though the stolen monocle she passes,
the only monuments left standing.