Death by Kiting

Death by kiting, originally uploaded by nakedgremlin.

I love this love this love this. Here are a few thoughts from the photographer, David Chien:

I’m enveloped in Jacob Hashimoto’s Superabundant Atmosphere. The entire installation was made up of thousands of handmade kites hanging at different lengths from the ceiling.

In person, the piece was incredibly soothing and non-confrontational… unlike the photo — which actually makes it look more like an angry jelly fish wanting to suck my brains out.

The installation was created at the Rice Gallery here in Houston.

Alcove by John Ashbery

Is it possible that spring could be
once more approaching? We forget each time
what a mindless business it is, porous like sleep,
adrift on the horizon, refusing to take sides, “mugwump
of the final hour,” lest an agenda—horrors!—be imputed to it,
and the whole point of its being spring collapse
like a hole dug in sand. It’s breathy, though,
you have to say that for it.

And should further seasons coagulate
into years, like spilled, dried paint, why,
who’s to say we weren’t provident? We indeed
looked out for others as though they mattered, and they,
catching the spirit, came home with us, spent the night
in an alcove from which their breathing could be heard clearly.
But it’s not over yet. Terrible incidents happen
daily. That’s how we get around obstacles.

by JOHN ASHBERY

from Poetry Daily

from Planisphere (Ecco 2010)

photo by Editor B via flickr