THESE ARE THE THINGS WE THINK ARE BEAUTIFUL:
Flames and money with colors. Good thick paper
rubbing between the fingertips like oil.
Red bell pepper
pregnant with smaller, greener, half-grown versions
of itself. Red hair overdyed with henna.
Early comic artists’s ideas of Martians
—green, with antennae.
Clear glass bricks that are somehow still opaque.
Natural hexagons—like honeycombs,
benzene rings, the fugitive snowflake.
careful attention to dealing out the glories
—whose sword pierced whose brainpan? Who shot the arrow?
Lingering doubts, left at the end of stories,
whether the hero
may or may not be crazy. Family quarrels
whose source no one remembers. All misplaced
loyalties, traitors, all who make their morals
matters of taste.
Headlines naming a new computer virus:
Dante. Antrhax. Sunday the Fifteenth. Crack.
Cheeses, spices, colors, all that is various.
Anything matte black.
—Craig Arnold, “Manifesto”
Photography Credit Jesse Chehak