Olivia Erlanger’s The Oily Actor at What Pipeline

Olivia Erlanger “The Oily Actor”

February 19 – March 26

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Between licking the inside and peeling back, desire, shipwrecked, oscillates.
Creaking open, splitting seams, a penny is always on the tongue.
One time I tried to grab it… Slippery, it flipped! Like a fresh caught fish smacking against a swift
stream bed. There the tongue resides in its hollow bunker. Behind in a shallow pool, the lake of mind
heaves, placidly, plastically, unbroken by oars.
As I attend to my other work, I turn its face down. Face down, I slowly leave fingermarks all over the
soft and viscous interior. Clear as glass, each object that comes in contact becomes a grubby mark.
Satisfied, my surgical sight notices the surface has become arid, cracked, baked, split like a perfect
madeira cake. I mask your topography. A new layer cloaks, compresses, what had begun to sag and
spill.
Suturing, you start (and start) to appear.
Consider the Sleuth.
Who, as he snoops, steps quickly behind the lamppost becoming a line,
becoming a shadow.
He is the lamppost and the lamppost is the Sleuth.
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