Susan Buttner @ Luan Gallery

I wrote “Loud Crevice” in response to Susan Buttner’s Orphaned from Belonging at Luan Gallery, Athlone.

This sound—it belongs to the split bark of an aged tree where fresh sap comes thick and

trickling.

Or else, it belongs to a slow tongue testing the edges of the mouth it lives in while teeth click wetly within their pinkish gums. This sound is the sound of a mouth where enamel roots have come loose and turned fibrous: a wefted, gauzy canopy that catches the voice of a throat already stoppered with pellets of breath that misfire and catapult.

No; it’s something else. This sound, this sound.

It’s a refrain that simmers up from the gut.

No, not the gut. From an organ with a deeper core.  

An organ where red apples are often crunching, where rules are written in red ink and thereafter

redly broken.