Dali
Angelic taste in flowers is entirely colourless
only white flowers
given that white contains within itself
- as in a painting by Vermeer -
all the colours.
A white wall by Vermeer becomes iridescent as a pearl
which has no colour
but which lends itself
through its network of watered silk
turning to make light iridescent
and it 'sour,' like death
because out of that sort of bubble
- which is a kind of death mask
of the pearl -
is born the most horrifying spectre
that instantaneous iridesence of life
the instantaneousness of light itself.
I recall those white birds
that Plinius described
white birds which had but a single wing
and which, in order to fly
had to press their chest one against
the other very tightly
and each flapping a wing
could then fly like angels.
The Angel
Green! I want you green!
Androgynous Dali (female)
White! I want you white!
The Angel
The horse on the mountain
and the boat on the sea
