for some reason, i thought of Kawauchi when i read this sonnet, from poet Karen Volkman's new book Nomina:
Nothing was ever what it claimed to be,
the earth, blue egg, in its seeping shell
dispensing damage like a hollow hell
inchling weeping for a minor sea
ticking its tidelets, x and y and z.
The blue beneficence we call and spell
and call blue heaven, the whiteblue well
of constant water, deepening a thee,
a thou and who, touching every what—
and in the or, a shudder in the cut—
and that you are, blue mirror, only stare
bluest blankness, whether in the where,
sheen that bleeds blue beauty we are taught
drowns and booms and vowels. I will not.
Kawauchi's photos often have a cool, blurred, blue tone that i thought matched up well. not to mention a sense that they might not be what they claim to be.
(i think it would be fun to do more photo / literary pairings like this.)