Detention of the Trauma
               Failed Architecture
               Colonial Ghost
               Sunken Memories
               A Catalogue of a Border Island’s Defensives
               Landscaping from History
               The vanishing Portraits  -  Kinmen
               The vanishing Portraits  -  Taiwan
               The vanishing Portraits  -  Turkey
               The vanishing Portraits  -  Germany


    9. Trumbull Stickney


    From The Soul of Time, 1904
            Time’s a circumference
            Whereof the segment of our station seems
            A long straight line from nothing into naught.
            Therefore we say “progress,” “infinity” —
            Dull words whose object
            Hangs in the air of error and delights
            Our boyish minds a hunt for butterflies.
            For aspiration studies not the sky
            But looks for stars


    From I Used to Think, 1905
    •         I used to think 
    •         The mind essential in the body, even 
    •         As stood the body essential in the mind: 
    •         Two inseparable things, by nature equal 
    •         And similar, and in creation’s song 
    •         Halving the total scale: it is not so. 
    •         Unlike and cross like driftwood sticks they come 
    •         Churned in the giddy trough: a chunk of pine, 
    •         A slab of rosewood: mangled each on each 
    •         With knocks and friction, or in deadly pain 
    •         Sheathing each other’s splinters: till at last 
    •         Without all stuff or shape they’re jetted up 
    •         Where in the bluish moisture rot whate’er 
    •         Was vomited in horror from the sea.