A SMALL PORTRAIT IN DEATH OF ROBIN CROZIER (1936-2001)

a fluXus blue suede shoe
placed on top of a chair
placed on top of a table
placed on top of a red-headed doll named Wanda

crono bird
zero fox
boring king
bishop rod
tongue lips
words smith

send a view from a town nearby
casting
a gentle ear
a gentle bear
a gentle beard
through sunderland sunset fine

one more bright star picked from the mail art sky
every mail artist is a random memo(ry) of a constellation
in the endless chain-letter that just took the dark one
an infantile utopia sealed in a big cardboard box
a sculpture model eyed up in the swingin' Rome
an image lingering in the dictionary of synonyms
spelled out in calm round childlike handwriting

we never met
but most of all I regret
not even giving you a phone call
(like with Michael, like with Ray, like with many before)
paper friend, brother in mail, benign teacher
it does not need to be in flesh and blood
to be real

hold on, we're coming

vittore
baroniv@ats.it
on xmas eve 2001