Two or

more eyes

Eyes tell us nothing but everything is lost

Organ of sight

mixed in lore and born to spheres

I want always to see everything without myself

In lieu of the eyes of another

one makes do with nothing

In a film a razorblade cuts an eye

opening up a world of frogspawn

globoid, gizzard eye.


The education of looking is an education

in all departments of knowledge

Without eyes inside bones seeing is nothing but meat

If I love then it comes only with the vision of another

If I ever die with my eyes they may be sown to the sky

The education of looking is seeing bones with eyes

Can you see an eye with an eye?

What a question creeping along as eyes do when they look

No one questions other eyes until they see

And then the gizzard is cut from inside

with two or more lives in single eyes

Look. I don’t know how your eyes see but they welcome me —

cold as the air touched them.


And I felt for a second all of you.


An eye can be kept in a cup for days which means seeing is a container

Inside buildings which hold things

eyes see as colours melt into metal spoons with curved edges

On their side spoons are lids which means pudding is a kind of eye

In an eye I saw my face

looking onto you and me together in layers

And the only sight was a Godly one

which I can’t make head nor tail of sure as eyes teach us nothing

The art of looking is not a single image but the art of something as it closes

She tried to parse whether she was in this —

reading out loud the various eyes.


This poem was written to be read aloud, and appeared in a film by Carlos Jimenez on the late artist Stuart Croft.