Soundings - Judy Annear

I raise my head
from the soil
I am estranged
eroded
debris surrounds
me

with in this
dissociation
these gaps
I wish to
wholly un glue
my self
to hurtle
mutely between

if I embrace
entropy
can I open
the door
& spit into
the wind
which never
hesitates

“Nineteen measures of the words required to hold imperfect love and its double, grief, which do not function independently. Three words come to mind: motherhood, mourning and muteness. A repertoire of intention as contradiction, that is to say, speaking against as an act of devotion. Judy Annear’s soundings makes the rhythm of memory, which is to read again and again.”

—Eleanor Ivory Weber

Text by Judy Annear
Typesetting by Ruud Ruttens

Stolon Press, 2022
English
Softcover, 20 pages
Edition of 100
210mm × 270 mm