Andrew K. Peterson

Imagine an ocean leaving its bed to hover above itself, where it should not be, to form a "silhouette" visible against an "afternoon." The technology of displacement is deployed, in Andrew Peterson's brilliant book, to create: not "delay" but "fusion."  It makes sense, then, to build a museum out of artifacts that would, in the wetness beyond architecture, disappear by "low tide", but are instead "kept."  Locked away in a decaying archive, "the thrown objects" form perverse alliances when the lights dim.  Where the genitalia should be, for example, are "leafs and bugs."  —Bhanu Kapil