Landscape with Coin
A Mexican farmer appears on the horizon. You rummage in your
pockets for meaning, but there is nothing here to be understood.
The strategiststhe writers of the ads and speechesare off
playing poker with the queen. Someone has kicked in the television
screen; useless as a door, it sits in the ditch, gathering flies. The child
is eating a bowl of marbles; he looks at you with vacant eyes. The
barber, grinning, taps a razor against the red white and blue pole and
utters a single word: "relevance." Although you cannot see them, you
are certain that the field is filled with crows.