Barbara Black Strange Attractors “Make the birds sing slower, make me listen faster.” Leonard Cohen, Beautiful Losers. Chaos boy, our world was unfinished when you were burnt. O you, forgotten in the ashes, are back. With brittle tinder, you rebuild your passion, your rage, inflaming the chimney with your pitchy smoke. I remember your talent with fire, how you could make love to the head of a match, how you dreamed your spectacular eternal cure. I leave you to consume yourself, while beyond this ruin tiny birds rasp their stricken songs. My work is to transcribe their music. Photo by John Oughton

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