All night long the hockey pictures
gaze down at you
sleeping in your tracksuit.
Belligerent goalies are your ideal.
Threats of being traded
cuts and wounds
–all this pleases you.
O my god! you say at breakfast
reading the sports page over the Alpen
as another player breaks his ankle
or assaults the coach. More »
“The aim for him [the artist] is to extract from fashion the poetry that resides in its historical envelope, to distill the eternal from the transitory. ”