invisible birds (forthcoming)

eugène atgetjosef sudekhenry fox talbotrichard longas if you were the voice that moves up and down the rungs of the world, between earth and sky, never beyond, always in the infinite globe, free but inside it, over there, close at hand, where the silver branches fork, awaiting nothing, fleeing nothing, traveller whom a second's joy, for no reason at all, steals from the journey's movement and

all point to that which is now

josef sudek: rembrances series, 1959 josef sudek: sunday afternoon on kolin island, 1924-26there they were, dignified, invisible,moving without pressure, over the dead leaves,in the autumn heat, through the vibrant air,and the bird called, in response tothe unheard music hidden in the shrubbery,and the unseen eyebeam crossed, for the roseshad the look of flowers that are looked at.there they were