The Linnet's Wings :Take All My Loves, My Love - Page 131

The Linnet´s Wings Library Reading Room By Jan Wiezorek Living dust is always learning, tucked along bookshelves, lining in graphite fill, filmed across flamboyant ice blocks of glass. It cushions the amperes of green- focused lamps, is sewn in gold- filigree frames, taunts the colors themselves, inviting the eye to image what is paint—and what is disguised brushwork of somber dust-catchers. Sitting, turning, trading eyeballs, clicking surfaces, they fail to alpha- betize correctly when the librarian asks again and again. He brushes them off. And so we come to this—pour out the vacuum; empty it before the second seating. 131