The Final VISION

Steve Dalachinsky
December 2017

The Final VISION – the cathedrals of France for RODIN

(Anselm Keifer exhibition @ the Rodin Museum)
key for the eye’s glass emulsion

                    tho  in  /  stability

          the   E  /  motion of ephemeral materiality

                                   flat as movement is flat

  fat marble egg weighed down by its un-hatching

             her disembodied arm / its fingers of detached enigma

                                   his later to come

     an example of inspiration’s samenesses

                   amongst the intentionally broken DATES

                               times running out & down

                      p(l)ast/e (o)r (al)

          deliberate  un / intention

                 hol (E) i – ness

                               but there are those rusting cathedrals

                                       dismembered towers

                                leaning into a sea of peeling tar 

                              like dinosaur jaws 

reading the rotted sunflower’s BOOK

                         unable to turn those massive pages

               such miraculous decay of perfection

                                the assail(ient) time-frozen dRIP

           NES PAS FRAN CIR >  do not cross over the LINE >  it’s weight

those pretty naked girls lounging far from PIGALLE within the cathedral’s heart

             like day & night or one’s arrival in HELL

     here in it’s midst where Keifer mirrors Rodin’s seductive nakedness

                   the heavily delicate nakedness of  watery young flesh

             pale orange pages of flesh

                           w/his own more obvious attachment

& self-consciousness  /  the consciousness of stones

             & the marble maiden whose life exists in the veins

                     the (un)harnessed (M)OLD > 

a BRACE to hold one’s tortured shape

                   the broad foot

    & probing dismembered HAND

                 the death of branching armies

“climbing toward the heights”

of the ABYSS

the well oiled palm OPEN & ready to accept donations

     the VALKERIES’ quiet trumpeting

                          that 7^th note

       always the clearest memory of creation

              & in their finality 

         the worker’s stiff overalls

    of plaster & paint

                              stained white

as some think death might be stained

       hanging beside the young girl’s frock

                  & she,   (SANS TITRE)   

with her dry cracked earth/mouth

      & empty eyes

             that gather in the STAINED glass,

                              breathes patiently

               waiting for her father to return.

         waiting for the moisture from the LIGHT