When the Baal Shem Tov breathed
the last breath of time
numbers turned into digits
clocks stoppedbut by the power of his will
after a moment of moments
they resumed
in a slightly different
direction…
A multi-part poem by Jerzy Ficowski (1924-2004) on time passing. Translated by Frank L. Vigoda, and printed on a semi-transparent paper as a series of fading images/inscriptions.
Includes a cd with the recording of a public performance of the poem by Ann Frenkel.
Edition of 50, numbered and signed by translator/printer.
$100
