Geoffrey G. O'brien on Michael Palmer's The Company of Moths

 

My favorite of these signature inventions is much like the name-cascade above, but, rather than names or titles, we get the cross-section of a speculative inventory:

                  . . . Hashish, the tales it
tells, the scented oils and modern
      festivals,
the sphinx-like heads and the shining
     ornaments
for ankle, waist, neck and wrist,

dioramas, cosmoramas, pleoramas
(from pleo, “I sail,” “I go by water”),
the hierophant in wax, the iron and
      glass,

the artificial rain and winds,
mosaic thresholds, all of this
bathed from above in diffuse light.
                                                        (“And”)