Follow Alice into
Google Streetview: an imagined Sunday afternoon at Yasnaya Polyana
[listening to Library Tapes on my headphones]
Alice passes David Wenngren playing
View from a Train in fragments
at the Grand piano in the Dining Room
take the right hand arrow
Alice strolls through a curtain of light
and on the porch leaves me
in the sun with Natasha
yellow pegman
wearing her
yellow dress
shellac lips
‘but you’ll melt’
yellow dress
time passes
yellow dress
Alice sees her shadow at the corner of the turn towards the lake
yellow dress
All I am to you, love, love, love [music skip], is
expired celluloid yellow/dress and light leaks
spilling across an echo of analogue
All my mother taught me to be to you, love, was white
yellow
read the red
a yellow dress
an acetate love letter to Tolstoy a yellow dress
Curtain.
***
Draft 2: The archaeologist watches
Lenin’s embalmed hands
full of grace, again, again, again. cut with Yasnaya Polyana in lemon
July, 1865
Natasha in yellow
a triangle of green
Watch Alice move into
Google Streetview: imagine Sunday afternoon at Yasnaya Polyana
[listening to Library Tapes on headphones]
Alice passes a Swedish Pianist playing
[View from a Train
// Kreutzer Sonata split into fragments
white noise]
at the Grand piano in the Dining Room.
Take the right hand arrow
bookcases, a gramophone, old magazines
Alice follows pre-programmed paths
through walls and furniture
The door is photographed as though
L
y
r
i
c
a
l
N
o
t
e
s
curtained by light and Alice passes through
and leaves me on the porch
in the sun with Natasha
a yellow pegman
wearing her
yellow dress
shellac lips
for a Performance
yellow dress
time passes
painted red
Alice sees her shadow at the turn towards the lake
and Natasha’s
yellow dress
All I am
expired celluloid
yellow/dress light leaks
spilling an echo across an acre of analogue
All my mother taught me to be to you
yellow
read the red
a yellow dress
an acetate love letter to Tolstoy
a yellow dress suffering the picturesque
Curtain.
***
Draft 3: The archaeologist watches
Lenin’s embalmed hands
full of grace, again, again, again. cut with Yasnaya Polyana in lemon
July, 1865
Natasha in yellow
a triangle of green
Watch Alice move into
Google Streetview: imagine Sunday afternoon at Yasnaya Polyana
[listening to Library Tapes on headphones]
Alice passes a Swedish Pianist playing
––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––// Kreutzer Sonata split into fragments
white noise]red
at the Grand piano in the Dining Room.
Take the right hand arrow
bookcases, a gramophone, old magazines
Alice follows pre-programmed paths
through walls and furniture
The door is photographed as though
L
y
r
i
c
a
l
N
o
t
e
s
curtained by light and Alice passes through
and leaves me on the porch
in the sun with Natasha
a yellow pegman
wearing her
yellow dress
shellac lips
for a Performance
yellow dress
time passes
painted red
Alice sees her shadow at the turn towards the lake
and Natasha’s
yellow dress
All I am
expired celluloid
yellow /dress light leaks
spilling an echo across an acre of analogue
All my mother taught me to be to you
yellow
read the red
a yellow dress
an acetate love letter to Tolstoy
a yellow dress suffering the picturesque
Curtain.
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