R. Kolewe's A Net of Momentary Sapphire offers three closely related poetic sequences, which are random recombinant rearrangements of a poignant but obsessively repetitive source text. They are streams of consciousness in which no stable self can be elucidated. A broken long poem, this singular net is an interrogation of the aftermath of twentieth-century modernism, looking both backwards and forwards - an eternal return.
Once again & innumerable times again
the required solitude, renunciation, strange
curtained doubt artifice all jewelled
& after this
silent time, these days
& nights in desert
dry country, dry thoughts
--from "The foretaste of a vision but never the vision itself"