Reflections of the house

 The fog I call the world is not a cloud of atoms

 only, but a cloud of feelings, and ideas ..

 All I do is what my flesh can do, yet everything

 my flesh can do feels strange. I am the swelling

 of a salt sea onto an armature of chalk, the calm

 of a tidal pool where brain cells live, the wind,

 the lightning storm where thought flares into thought.

Brooks Haxton
Uproar
  Antiphonies to Psalms
  I Am
  [fragment]
  Psalm 40
Alfred A. Knopf, 2004©
op. cit.

Billy Vandendooren

Vogue
1932