bbbrrruuuuccccceeee ARRANGES FLOUR

I caught the bruce Nauman show a bit late,
so this is more an afterthought than a review.
What was most striking to me,
meandering through these streams of images,
is their clarity.

A page of the zen calendar that I keep around tells us :
"Night comes so people can sleep
like fish in black water.
Then day.
Some people pick up their tools.
Other become the making itself.”

If we follow the word poetic back to it’s greek origin
it leads to “making”.

So what is bbbrrruuuccceee making?
or, does it matter, besides the occasional pun ?
Bouncing a ball, arranging flour, building a ”span”
whatever it is, he makes it clear
clearly seen.

In this way it lingers long after we leave the museum,
it begins to infect the way we walk, cross the street
and rejoin the day.
The tool we might hold in our hand momentarily loses it’s function
and starts rolling on itself, making itself seen
making a scene….
clearly making, making faces, making up,
making sense, right here, as seen from the moon.