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Numbers, letters, and words are held within the mechanism of a stiff inner being. The diaphragm is exhausted, while the spleen feels dead and the liver yearns to grow. There is no controlling the sound of thunderous claps. Sometimes they scream throughout the night. Clap, clap, clap, clap–four times a million–red hands, red face, and red memories. This is isolation; it is a layered patch set like a crust of earth, sleeping through spectacle, exhausted while thick in breath. Placements are indications of an interior observance, a recollection of memory. There are divisions–these mute shouts of piercing hollow shrieks.
Bouck's statement regarding the work is as follows:
Numbers, letters, and words are held within the mechanism of a stiff inner being. The diaphragm is exhausted, while the spleen feels dead and the liver yearns to grow. There is no controlling the sound of thunderous claps. Sometimes they scream throughout the night. Clap, clap, clap, clap–four times a million–red hands, red face, and red memories. This is isolation; it is a layered patch set like a crust of earth, sleeping through spectacle, exhausted while thick in breath. Placements are indications of an interior observance, a recollection of memory. There are divisions–these mute shouts of piercing hollow shrieks.
