Throughout War of the Foxes by Richard Siken is a painterly voice.
“Landscape with Rotten Fruit and Millipede” begins
I cut off my head and threw it in the sky. It turned
into birds. I called it thinking. The view from above —
“Landscape with Rotten Fruit and Millipede” ends
It made no sense. When you have nothing to say,
set something on fire. A blurry landscape is useless.
“Self-Portrait Against Red Wallpaper”
What would a better me paint? There is no
new me, there is no old me, there’s just me, the same
me, the whole time. Vanity, vanity, forcing your
will on the world. Don’t try to make a stronger wind,
you’ll wear yourself out. Build a better sail.
Another encounter with canvas.
And so for day 1585