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Why Fred Sandback Makes Me Cry
“It is an art of objects without any shadows.”
Andrea Fraser, “Why Fred Sandback Makes Me Cry”
In a room that doesn’t
cast, cast me.
I have been new
to art; perhaps
I am gentle.
This is my first
mouth. This is
also my first
claim. The room
has been built
like a friend
without you.
Little long and
taut, there’s
so much
to suggest:
clean space,
doorways,
enough.
I wanted to cry
and did not—
no host for
the heavy.
Just standing in
this world
is a reciprocation.
Motivational Poster
Dream big, they have said.
Like fuss astronauts.
I’ve already been
to the starry night
and back—the moon?
She had a thumb.
The sky’s diamond?
Alone, I left it alone.
I cannot convey to you
purpose, as I felt it
then, forgetting about
my laundry, even
my most hungry
failures, and wanting
to recover my size,
my smallness, just
to say some simple,
helpful thing.
The keys are
on the table, or
you look so dignified
in purple.
I love the word
“strewn” and
I’ll use it now
when you ask,
as you always do,
where everything was.
Manic Pixie Nightmare
I have an unfeeling—
it starts with a man
in the bright no more,
having ideas for wallpaper:
stripes, he says, and ships,
modern love in the kitchen
of his tapping foot.
He is mildly to severely
impressed: I have known
stripes and ships.
I can name the things
I’ve seen. Water and
people, swimmers
and pleasure.
There are, truly, bodies
outside the house.
I’ve never felt
this way before, he says
when I mention
a goose egg wall.
It was almost like
going outside.
You’ve taught me
so much, he says,
and now I can ride
my bike endlessly
into no surprise.
I return to things
I’ve seen and count them—
I am, of course,
in the credits,
my room the wrong
shade of yellow,
drooping towards me
in admiration.
Jen Frantz currently works at a library in Ohio. Her poems have been published in Prelude, Sporklet, and Afternoon Visitor, and are forthcoming in Washington Square Review. She will be attending the Iowa Writers’ Workshop in the fall.
Shaqayeq Ahmadian is an Iranian artist who lives and works in Tehran. Her practice is concerned with the fundamental interplay between objects, figures, media and dimensions. Grinning at the world and its complexities, this young artist refuses to adhere to the norms of society and crafts her own path while defying all limitations.
Read our interview with Shaqayeq Ahmadian here: https://www.bkreview.org/nonfiction/an-interview-shaqayeq-ahmadian-on-the-continuum-of-life/