Afternoon Dust

Poem for Heath Bunting

These sounds come from China.
So does this tea.

Sometimes the world is a vast inescapable system:
        one's only recourse
        is to various circumventions, errancies,
        and detours, to multiplications of
        identities; you spot the opportunity
        to play a certain role and you
        seize it, only to realise that's all
        anyone else is doing, though perhaps
        less consciously.
Sometimes the world is riven with elsewheres,
        tiny holes
        through which you look but shall not
        pass, the tunnel you back out of.


Artist Heath Bunting spoke about his work at VIVID Projects, Birmingham as part of the exhibition Dot.Art, which runs until 27 May 2017.

Heath Bunting’s website

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