An Australian living in its
shadow, America, wrote poems about his shadow. He shared his around, while
holding on to it for 58 pages. We want to draw a line under this. It’s enough
having them nearby nearly everywhere, without talking meaningfully about shadows
to haunted aesthetes. Shadow is Anglo-Saxon. In summer shadows get under our
feet: by April we shake them off as days cloud. A band called The Shadows is a
self-fulfilling prophecy. The Impressionist said shadows require blue paint,
not black. In the late lily lakes it’s hard to tell sometimes what is lily,
water, or shadow.
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