In The Disappearing Water

“…there is no limit to the extent to which we can think ourselves into the being of another. There are no bounds to the sympathetic imagination”
– J.M.Coetzee

In the Disappearing WaterIn The Disappearing Water is a fascinating story—dark and deep, yet full of hope and longing. There is much in life that is beyond rational comprehension. Mystery resounds in silence like a solitary snow angel, the displacement of water in a bathtub, a still life image and life that refuses to be stilled—cannot be packed away, domesticated or slaughtered. Love, perhaps the greatest mystery, with its comings and goings on, is carried like a bucket of stones, close to the chest, and passed along. Caroline Sulzer takes her readers to captivating places that may be hauntingly familiar, yet surprisingly other.

– Geraldine Cannon, author of Glad Wilderness
and professor at University of Maine at Fort Kent

"Picnic"

Collaboration

Sample ImagePaper Weight is part of an ongoing collaboration between sisters
Andrea Sulzer and Caroline Sulzer.

One hundred copies of this book were printed for display and sale through May 2010 at the Coleman Burke Gallery, NY.
Limited copies are also available from the authors.

Paper Weight

Paper WeightPICNIC

This could be fabric of a life.
What else would it be, it is the fabric.

The red, I know it is your blood
the gold what your heart hoped for
the blue can never be deep enough
and the green is in shadow.

Let’s pretend we’re having a picnic

A hot air balloon like a giant chrysanthemum
exploding from its brown bed, hovering
over indefinite articles, birthday gifts
wrapping, pieces to be lifted but not taken away.

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Once, we were younger
we lay by each other
by the sea looking up
at a pale sky.
Once, we were small
we knelt by a stream
and all it said
was summer.

Where did we think we were going
into the folds of what
glamourous patched hobo fabric
traded by what dead relative?
A German silk merchant maybe
lost in the arms of a Japanese woman
between the wars.

Our parents were immigrants.
Get your own map.
Swallow the old one.

We were having a picnic
and talking of kittens
let’s pretend

a streak of tigers
gold, red, black
disappearing into the mangrove swamp
with us in their mouths.
Pg. 6-8
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