The Silences

“It is the job of poetry to clean up our word-clogged reality by creating silences around things.”

— Stephane Mallarme

…because sometimes words try too hard…

…because sometimes words say too much…

…because sometimes words fail…

…because the silences matter as much as the noise...

And here is a place or places for those silent things that I see that speak without words…

“What we see is never what we touch”

The museum makes ghosts of itself