For the happy man! - Collected writings DEPRESSION: Ed Atkins

gler, to be precise – on to the arms of a concert pianist who’s
been in some dreadful, hand-related accident. The preposterous
result of which being both the pianist’s inability to play
anything with his new thuggish hands, and a proclivity for
strangling.
I remember a close-up of the transplanted hands:
hairy, perhaps tattooed; comically unsuited for piano playing.
Or the thought that material CANDOUR is something
else.
Or those examples of typical trace evidence in criminal
cases that include fingerprints, hairs, fibres, glass, paint
chips, soils, botanical materials, gunshot residue, explosives
residue, and volatile hydrocarbons (being arson evidence).
Or the truth, then, rising up in great black plumes
from that slag heap of noxious stuff.
Or we could chant, together, eyes closed:
Seagulls wheeling above
Great steppes of guano
Or a detail to the northwest: a wet, dead fox with a
ropey urbanised tail.
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