Poetry. Located in various places in France, Jane Augustine's FRENCH WINDOWS, eleven numbered poems in sequence, provide a view where Art is a skewed composure/of what isn't yet mastered,/a dismembered past,/disarrangement. (from VII: In Provence, Near Venasque: Le Beaucet) Starting with H.D.'s question so what good are your scribblings? and moving through various locations and events, the poems arrive at a similar question: What then to leave in place/for those whose desert tombs are rubble, utterly effaced? (from XI: The Louvre: Egyptian Antiquities). Perfectbound chapbook.
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