Tree of Knowledge - Victoria Chang

A poet watches the limbs of a eucalyptus tree get sawed off: the image persists, recurring across poems of art, language, selfhood, memory, and lossJoan Mitchell said, When I talk about love, I mean loving a tree. When I talk about love, I mean loving where a tree used to be.Men assess the eucalyptus tree growing on the poet's street; a crane arrives. The sound of a chainsaw rings in the air and branches begin to fall. This tree-cutting haunts the poet, and refracts across the remarkable work collected... Zobrazit více