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1 Aug 2023
Elizabeth
Switaj
Full Moon
Twenty Twenty One
After Christopher Flick’s art
installation bearing the same title
that year, we only had to capture noble
gases in glass tubes to give ourselves cold-cathode light
to meditate by, to name
the good—to focus on the good
we still arrange such segments on white walls
—gallery walls less prone
to outages than homes
—don’t you still fear to leave?
helium’s gone and with it one whole color
those accidental infants will never learn to see
Behind the poem...
With his art installation Twenty Twenty One, Christopher Flick inspired not only this poem in response to it but also its title. His use of neon strip lighting in blue, yellow, pink and white made me think of a kind of abstracted city – the material of signage, shorn of its purpose – and spoke to me of the way cities might be seen during the isolation of a pandemic lockdown.