Ulf Cronquist
 

Down the Avenue in Style
(Gothenburg, Sweden)
 
 

I. Three Steps from Piercing the Curb     Today I take the asphalt leap with one eye  fixed to my cheek. So, my two rhythmical  boots remain stuck on the burning ground. Circular breathing offers me temporary relief: The unexpected price of sensuous experience. So I, the oppressor, need no spatial relief.  My Swedish Steps are free, rewarded for nothing, and you, my one-string quartet, will always be on my side of the rhythm.          II.   Ten Steps from Romancing with the Unseen     When the mural is painted in murky colors the high summer-pasture shines in the stains. A frame of beryllium is spread out on the edge of the wall, as the metal colors begin to fondle. A half intermezzo appears between red and purple: ground maize kernels the shadow of an iceberg — the same shadow delivers the final crushing blow in the shape of a bassoon.  Perfection between red and purple: the venetian blinds come to a closure.       III.   Sixteen Steps from Developing a Desirous Edge     The despot wakes up by the picture of the dangerous and desired father. He hits him with the light-wood, thinking he is healing the frame. Ligaments spur his face into the light; clearly this is a smokey life. Up then on the higher ground, leaving  the father’s shape to paint the icons. A son’s worth: it rhymes with fame, as light shines in the ancient of days. This is a No Drama where the flesh and the road are bracketed on stage. Mechanical bliss arrives in the shape of a jade star collection. Gothic River clears up beneath our finely outstretched fingers.           (The Avenue,  Gothenburg,  Sweden  2002-03-27)

  (c)Ulf Cronquist 2002