Elana Wolff | CORD

CORD First the forces: gases, heat and radiation; stars. We are stardust sing the physicist and bard. We are quartz and bats and roses, we are poetry: Rimbaud, Blake. Baudelaire, Bidart. We’re fugue of Bach and Glass; Celan. World gets into us every breath. Yes to every sentence. I held to the imbecile cord—till it […]