Museum Of Moving Objects

Exquisite composition of stationary bike with...stationary books? They aren't actually books, but DVDs and CDs and VCR tapes, but still I love the...what? irony?...everything that is quick and moving and gosh-amighty-hair-in-the-wind is suddenly sedentary, stationary, and subdued. Instead of a meeting of the minds or a clashing of the cycles, we have withdrawn to Sunday tea with treacle.
Yet inside our hushed Sunday sitting rooms, where tea and cakes abound, our madness is barely kept covered...boiling in Boschian tea pots, rattling the tops, throwing off the quilted tea cozies! we jump through the windows and run as naked as rain-forest foragers! jumping into poison sumac patches, rolling to the lake!

It used to be

I was so free...

as the whiskery thing on a time-

piece...
or the eye-numbing teller on
a
digital
stop-
watch.

that races
through its paces
like sixty!
to
a
minute!
But, wait!
one sweeps in numb circles;
other's battery goes dead;
like butterflies
pinned
upon
poster board
science fairs!


pix: faith in honest doubt (  http://danceswithanxiety.blogspot.com/  )