Potential Titles: Robin Coste Lewis

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How one tiny word can be sacred - Robin Coste Lewis "The Ark: Self-Portrait as Aphrodite Using Her Dress for a Sail, ii"

The only green thing that returns inside the beak - Robin Coste Lewis "The Ark: Self-Portrait as Aphrodite Using Her Dress for a Sail, ii"

I am underwater and can't remember - Robin Coste Lewis "The Ark: Self-Portrait as Aphrodite Using Her Dress for a Sail, ii"

Or maybe cities no longer exist - Robin Coste Lewis "The Ark: Self-Portrait as Aphrodite Using Her Dress for a Sail, ii"

Shrink away, plane by plane, brick by brick - Robin Coste Lewis "The Ark: Self-Portrait as Aphrodite Using Her Dress for a Sail, ii"

And just what is so wrong with being destroyed? - Robin Coste Lewis "The Ark: Self-Portrait as Aphrodite Using Her Dress for a Sail, ii"

All my roots earth laden and bare - Robin Coste Lewis "The Ark: Self-Portrait as Aphrodite Using Her Dress for a Sail, xxx"

So I could worship at the altars of birds - Robin Coste Lewis "The Ark: Self-Portrait as Aphrodite Using Her Dress for a Sail, xxx"

Ignited and burning brightly throughout all the black worlds - Robin Coste Lewis "The Ark: Self-Portrait as Aphrodite Using Her Dress for a Sail, xxx"

Where my body stops or begins - Robin Coste Lewis "Landscape"

Into the middle of your life - Robin Coste Lewis "Math"

Every second is stolen - Robin Coste Lewis "Math"

God goes out for whiskey Friday night - Robin Coste Lewis "Reason"

After three nights of not sleeping, three nights of listening - Robin Coste Lewis "Reason"

Gave names in any known language - Robin Coste Lewis "Self-Portrait as the Bootblack in Daguerre's Boulevard du Temple"

Spoke of myself always in the third person - Robin Coste Lewis "Self-Portrait as the Bootblack in Daguerre's Boulevard du Temple"

To escape from the burden of my own internal history - Robin Coste Lewis "Self-Portrait as the Bootblack in Daguerre's Boulevard du Temple"

Rendered laws of my country played before my face - Robin Coste Lewis "Self-Portrait as the Bootblack in Daguerre's Boulevard du Temple"

Two-souled, forgotten, unknown freaks of memory - Robin Coste Lewis "Self-Portrait as the Bootblack in Daguerre's Boulevard du Temple"

The Present all entangled, unable to move - Robin Coste Lewis "Self-Portrait as the Bootblack in Daguerre's Boulevard du Temple"

Two discrete young snakes left their skin - Robin Coste Lewis "Summer"

To still expect our devotion after creating love - Robin Coste Lewis "Summer"

Referring to the cold, as if that were the point - Robin Coste Lewis "Using Black to Paint Light: Walking Through a Matisse Exhibit Thinking about the Arctic and Matthew Henson"

Forty-below was a good day - Robin Coste Lewis "Using Black to Paint Light: Walking Through a Matisse Exhibit Thinking about the Arctic and Matthew Henson"

Cutting out blocks of ice and fashioning another igloo - Robin Coste Lewis "Using Black to Paint Light: Walking Through a Matisse Exhibit Thinking about the Arctic and Matthew Henson"

The lost, well-mannered rhetoric of your day - Robin Coste Lewis "Using Black to Paint Light: Walking Through a Matisse Exhibit Thinking about the Arctic and Matthew Henson"

Floating in masses of static water - Robin Coste Lewis "Using Black to Paint Light: Walking Through a Matisse Exhibit Thinking about the Arctic and Matthew Henson"

A wave struck cold in midair - Robin Coste Lewis "Using Black to Paint Light: Walking Through a Matisse Exhibit Thinking about the Arctic and Matthew Henson"

A place you have always dreamt of arriving - Robin Coste Lewis "Using Black to Paint Light: Walking Through a Matisse Exhibit Thinking about the Arctic and Matthew Henson"

Always repulsed by your effort - Robin Coste Lewis "Using Black to Paint Light: Walking Through a Matisse Exhibit Thinking about the Arctic and Matthew Henson"

Unable to attain the trophy - Robin Coste Lewis "Using Black to Paint Light: Walking Through a Matisse Exhibit Thinking about the Arctic and Matthew Henson"

Watch the same wall turn fifty reds - Robin Coste Lewis "Using Black to Paint Light: Walking Through a Matisse Exhibit Thinking about the Arctic and Matthew Henson"

Because the darkness is now always overhead - Robin Coste Lewis "Using Black to Paint Light: Walking Through a Matisse Exhibit Thinking about the Arctic and Matthew Henson"

Choose a dark line to hang over you - Robin Coste Lewis "Using Black to Paint Light: Walking Through a Matisse Exhibit Thinking about the Arctic and Matthew Henson"

Who set out without the protection of darkness - Robin Coste Lewis "Using Black to Paint Light: Walking Through a Matisse Exhibit Thinking about the Arctic and Matthew Henson"

Walking with each other from one dark room to another - Robin Coste Lewis "Using Black to Paint Light: Walking Through a Matisse Exhibit Thinking about the Arctic and Matthew Henson"

Sometimes the paintings come to life - Robin Coste Lewis "Using Black to Paint Light: Walking Through a Matisse Exhibit Thinking about the Arctic and Matthew Henson"

Sometimes someone you love just falls through - Robin Coste Lewis "Using Black to Paint Light: Walking Through a Matisse Exhibit Thinking about the Arctic and Matthew Henson"

The blue massive ridges of pressure shift - Robin Coste Lewis "Using Black to Paint Light: Walking Through a Matisse Exhibit Thinking about the Arctic and Matthew Henson"

Sometimes the ice breaks open - Robin Coste Lewis "Using Black to Paint Light: Walking Through a Matisse Exhibit Thinking about the Arctic and Matthew Henson"

Engulfed by a black so bright it was luminous - Robin Coste Lewis "Using Black to Paint Light: Walking Through a Matisse Exhibit Thinking about the Arctic and Matthew Henson"

Becomes a vast field of ice the color of indigo - Robin Coste Lewis "Using Black to Paint Light: Walking Through a Matisse Exhibit Thinking about the Arctic and Matthew Henson"

Images you could not fling from your mind - Robin Coste Lewis "Using Black to Paint Light: Walking Through a Matisse Exhibit Thinking about the Arctic and Matthew Henson"

Repeating themselves in a series - Robin Coste Lewis "Using Black to Paint Light: Walking Through a Matisse Exhibit Thinking about the Arctic and Matthew Henson"

Objects that would not let you go - Robin Coste Lewis "Using Black to Paint Light: Walking Through a Matisse Exhibit Thinking about the Arctic and Matthew Henson"

The serial, the inexplicable and constant reappearance - Robin Coste Lewis "Using Black to Paint Light: Walking Through a Matisse Exhibit Thinking about the Arctic and Matthew Henson"

Why is numbness ascribed to the color blue? - Robin Coste Lewis "Using Black to Paint Light: Walking Through a Matisse Exhibit Thinking about the Arctic and Matthew Henson"

How we all learned to walk properly again - Robin Coste Lewis "Using Black to Paint Light: Walking Through a Matisse Exhibit Thinking about the Arctic and Matthew Henson"

Watch the light turning the room every color - Robin Coste Lewis "Using Black to Paint Light: Walking Through a Matisse Exhibit Thinking about the Arctic and Matthew Henson"


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