sonnet -The Bruce Nauman Sonnet My Love, You have the world cupped in Your hands, a world that moves consistently, is turning around itself, that focuses the yearning toward a goal, toward a common good. Strands of shivering white cloud hover above lands and seas, in streaming ribbons. My world, learning is to continue movement, and your burning inside should keep by steady rhythm its balance. So often have I known my mind, my restless search for truth, to have an empty core, and yet you touched and touch it, and with tender fingers kindle desire. My Love, this light now lingers silent in its centre, where you are, is set to bring the shadows out, a dance. Caress.
“the true artist helps the world by revealing mystic truths” [Bruce Nauman, neon, in the Kröller-Müller Museum]
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