CARRIE MOYER Sirens
DC MOORE GALLERY | FEBRUARY 18 – MARCH 26, 2016
An opulent glimpse into a voluptuous void
Gave birth to the Maiden Voyage.
In the middle of a convivial mirage,
She simply refuses to reach her destination.
Caught, distracted by glorious heat,
A rainbow disguised in awesome sound
Texture seduces form, opalescent minerals
Temper at will in a wild cluster of gorgeous atmosphere.
Whoever left The Wishing Table to annunciate
Fra Angelico’s Cortona Altarpiece,
In the midst of his communion with the angels,
Has sparkled many unregulated ovals of
Here at her Belvedere is far from
Conflagration with Bangs.
Why would The Green Lantern be so generous to
The octopus while Cloud Comb for Georgia
Aspires to embrace her good nature?
A gentle touch of someone’s spinal column
Sprinkles of joy
And stupendous pleasure to someone else.
Europa may have ignored the tamed white bull
And the landscape in the fall of Icarus,
Who fell in the spring, but he would still be
Immortalized by her friend at
The Musée des Beaux Arts.
The wooden ship that was caught in the tremor of the storm
Felt miraculously saved In a Cool Blaze.
There the expanding and evolving symmetry of a large
Fractal ancestry has given the mermaids
Extraordinary memories for aquatic songs and
The key to the Red Planet.
Intergalactic Emoji Factory, Sala de Dos Hermanos,
Transparent, fluid veils are stabilized by
A silhouetted arcade.
Sporadic sequence of rhythmic psychedelia,
Infused with chanting lipsticks,
They can’t wait to turn our pains into idyllic interiors
Where there is no need to negotiate
The derangement of the senses.
PHONG BUI is the Publisher and Artistic Director of the Brooklyn Rail.