I Just Wanted to Write About De Chirico
who, with a shrug of the wrist, ducked away from the whole heaving weight of Homer’s glance, leaving us to decrypt the anxious crisis of these figures huddled on their parapet. Rootless and inorganic, buttressed and shod, they stand effaced above the sunless plaza. Meaning: here is landscape sans reference, framed and fraught, a map composed only of itself. And yet — these neuter objects, flat-crotched and eyeless, retain just enough of their stance and tilt that they still read as guileless blazons of affection. I want heraldry of a similar stripe — two mannequins displayed Or, a sloped neck of marble and wood — this spindly apparatus of life without life. Giorgio, leaning on the wrong side of the canvas, understood this: that the urge of motion stands orthogonal to happenstance. The spirit pawing always at the edge of porosity. That even as Troy resumes its rude intrusion, we step away on the delicate feet of birds. Anurak Saelaow Anurak Saelaow is a Singaporean poet and writer. His work has been published or is forthcoming in Cha: An Asian Literary Journal, Hayden's Ferry Review, Quarterly Literary Review Singapore, Eunoia Review, and Ceriph Magazine, amongst other places. He is the author of one chapbook, Schema (The Operating System, 2015), and holds a BA in creative writing and English from Columbia University.
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