Nicole Trimble

Series Entry 13.1


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Series_13

Nicole Trimble & J. Adam Collins

Giving form to shared states of conflated memory, elusion and attachment, the richly layered dialogues in Series 13 pry into the sinews of well-worn mysteries between intimates. Through his urgent, yet always carefully threaded poetry, J.Adam Collins responds to the fiercely physicalized, if timeless figures seeming to writhe in resistance against immutable ideals in Nicole Trimble’s palpable oil-based work. The explored emotional misfires and near collisions spill into moments of irresistible, half-sadistic, unyielding, but never fully realized connection. Contradictions and ultimatums pervade. Calls to “suspend me to upend me to mend me” must paradoxically contend with the termination of such passion when one completely devotes to the other: “…and widen my veins, while you gently smother me lover in covers again?” Bodies portrayed in crucibles of possible erotic flux, possible internal combustion simultaneously appear ready to cohere and melt away at the coming arrival of some inevitably vivid, morbid consummation. Over several entries of a sometimes torturous, always irrepressibly alive exchange, the ultimately expressed challenge to “remember the end / remember” drives the series forward by locating the balance found in the mad notion of that which ignites once more never stops burning. No matter what’s brought to light and lost in the process.

The Ritual

.
And one morning I heard her through the open

window, even with my head between the pillows.

It is so easy for me to forget that I am burning when

I lie out as often as I do, and toss and turn in that

.

window, even though my head is wanting pillows.

Slipping in the satin sheets to stay cool, you know?

I lie down as often as I do, tossing and turning that

first feeling, until I have nothing left to give but

.
slipping right into satin sheets just to stay cool.      You know

how many times I wish I could stop going to her?

First, feeling I should have something left to give, but…

I sit all day by the curtains, so only she can see

.

how badly I want to stop going through her.

It is easier to forget that she is burning when

I sit wrapped in curtains so no one else can see—

and one morning I swear I heard her in the open.


J. Adam Collins

Series Entry 13.2


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Series_13

Nicole Trimble & J. Adam Collins

Giving form to shared states of conflated memory, elusion and attachment, the richly layered dialogues in Series 13 pry into the sinews of well-worn mysteries between intimates. Through his urgent, yet always carefully threaded poetry, J.Adam Collins responds to the fiercely physicalized, if timeless figures seeming to writhe in resistance against immutable ideals in Nicole Trimble’s palpable oil-based work. The explored emotional misfires and near collisions spill into moments of irresistible, half-sadistic, unyielding, but never fully realized connection. Contradictions and ultimatums pervade. Calls to “suspend me to upend me to mend me” must paradoxically contend with the termination of such passion when one completely devotes to the other: “…and widen my veins, while you gently smother me lover in covers again?” Bodies portrayed in crucibles of possible erotic flux, possible internal combustion simultaneously appear ready to cohere and melt away at the coming arrival of some inevitably vivid, morbid consummation. Over several entries of a sometimes torturous, always irrepressibly alive exchange, the ultimately expressed challenge to “remember the end / remember” drives the series forward by locating the balance found in the mad notion of that which ignites once more never stops burning. No matter what’s brought to light and lost in the process.


Nicole Trimble

Series Entry 13.3


Description

Series_13

Nicole Trimble & J. Adam Collins

Giving form to shared states of conflated memory, elusion and attachment, the richly layered dialogues in Series 13 pry into the sinews of well-worn mysteries between intimates. Through his urgent, yet always carefully threaded poetry, J.Adam Collins responds to the fiercely physicalized, if timeless figures seeming to writhe in resistance against immutable ideals in Nicole Trimble’s palpable oil-based work. The explored emotional misfires and near collisions spill into moments of irresistible, half-sadistic, unyielding, but never fully realized connection. Contradictions and ultimatums pervade. Calls to “suspend me to upend me to mend me” must paradoxically contend with the termination of such passion when one completely devotes to the other: “…and widen my veins, while you gently smother me lover in covers again?” Bodies portrayed in crucibles of possible erotic flux, possible internal combustion simultaneously appear ready to cohere and melt away at the coming arrival of some inevitably vivid, morbid consummation. Over several entries of a sometimes torturous, always irrepressibly alive exchange, the ultimately expressed challenge to “remember the end / remember” drives the series forward by locating the balance found in the mad notion of that which ignites once more never stops burning. No matter what’s brought to light and lost in the process.

The Ritual

.

After the party, there was always more

to pull off than when she started. Even

in August, some nights were much easier

to forget. She kept running away like

water there was no relief in. Wanting

was the wrong word for being this full of

everything. She might love what she felt first

in the morning; coffee spilling over

became her one live moment. She could try

and never mind the mess, the not knowing.

And never mind the mess. The not knowing

became her one live moment. She could try

in the morning, coffee spilling over

everything she might love. What she felt first

was the wrong word for being this full of

water. There was no relief in wanting.

To forget, she kept running away—like

in August. Some nights were much easier

to pull off than when she started. Even

after the party, there was always more.


J. Adam Collins

Series Entry 13.4


Description

Series_13

Nicole Trimble & J. Adam Collins

Giving form to shared states of conflated memory, elusion and attachment, the richly layered dialogues in Series 13 pry into the sinews of well-worn mysteries between intimates. Through his urgent, yet always carefully threaded poetry, J.Adam Collins responds to the fiercely physicalized, if timeless figures seeming to writhe in resistance against immutable ideals in Nicole Trimble’s palpable oil-based work. The explored emotional misfires and near collisions spill into moments of irresistible, half-sadistic, unyielding, but never fully realized connection. Contradictions and ultimatums pervade. Calls to “suspend me to upend me to mend me” must paradoxically contend with the termination of such passion when one completely devotes to the other: “…and widen my veins, while you gently smother me lover in covers again?” Bodies portrayed in crucibles of possible erotic flux, possible internal combustion simultaneously appear ready to cohere and melt away at the coming arrival of some inevitably vivid, morbid consummation. Over several entries of a sometimes torturous, always irrepressibly alive exchange, the ultimately expressed challenge to “remember the end / remember” drives the series forward by locating the balance found in the mad notion of that which ignites once more never stops burning. No matter what’s brought to light and lost in the process.


Nicole Trimble

Series Entry 13.5


Description

Series_13

Nicole Trimble & J. Adam Collins

Giving form to shared states of conflated memory, elusion and attachment, the richly layered dialogues in Series 13 pry into the sinews of well-worn mysteries between intimates. Through his urgent, yet always carefully threaded poetry, J.Adam Collins responds to the fiercely physicalized, if timeless figures seeming to writhe in resistance against immutable ideals in Nicole Trimble’s palpable oil-based work. The explored emotional misfires and near collisions spill into moments of irresistible, half-sadistic, unyielding, but never fully realized connection. Contradictions and ultimatums pervade. Calls to “suspend me to upend me to mend me” must paradoxically contend with the termination of such passion when one completely devotes to the other: “…and widen my veins, while you gently smother me lover in covers again?” Bodies portrayed in crucibles of possible erotic flux, possible internal combustion simultaneously appear ready to cohere and melt away at the coming arrival of some inevitably vivid, morbid consummation. Over several entries of a sometimes torturous, always irrepressibly alive exchange, the ultimately expressed challenge to “remember the end / remember” drives the series forward by locating the balance found in the mad notion of that which ignites once more never stops burning. No matter what’s brought to light and lost in the process.

The Ritual

.

So ripen me to open me gently;

rive me to lighten and liven again.

Suspend and upend me to mend me, but

mourn me and I may stop burning for you.

.

Wither me weary and worthy of you.

Wean and preen me to hear me sing gently.

Pull me thin to fit me in whole again.

Then, soften me after with laughter, but

.

soon. Ruined, I’ve pruned what was left—all but

undressed this breast of regret. Please, won’t you

claim and widen my veins, while you gently

smother me lover in covers again?

.

Then when gently we’re spent and cleansed again,

the new may prove nothing but love for you.


J. Adam Collins

Series Entry 13.6


Description

Series_13

Nicole Trimble & J. Adam Collins

Giving form to shared states of conflated memory, elusion and attachment, the richly layered dialogues in Series 13 pry into the sinews of well-worn mysteries between intimates. Through his urgent, yet always carefully threaded poetry, J.Adam Collins responds to the fiercely physicalized, if timeless figures seeming to writhe in resistance against immutable ideals in Nicole Trimble’s palpable oil-based work. The explored emotional misfires and near collisions spill into moments of irresistible, half-sadistic, unyielding, but never fully realized connection. Contradictions and ultimatums pervade. Calls to “suspend me to upend me to mend me” must paradoxically contend with the termination of such passion when one completely devotes to the other: “…and widen my veins, while you gently smother me lover in covers again?” Bodies portrayed in crucibles of possible erotic flux, possible internal combustion simultaneously appear ready to cohere and melt away at the coming arrival of some inevitably vivid, morbid consummation. Over several entries of a sometimes torturous, always irrepressibly alive exchange, the ultimately expressed challenge to “remember the end / remember” drives the series forward by locating the balance found in the mad notion of that which ignites once more never stops burning. No matter what’s brought to light and lost in the process.


Nicole Trimble

Series Entry 13.7


Description

Series_13

Nicole Trimble & J. Adam Collins

Giving form to shared states of conflated memory, elusion and attachment, the richly layered dialogues in Series 13 pry into the sinews of well-worn mysteries between intimates. Through his urgent, yet always carefully threaded poetry, J.Adam Collins responds to the fiercely physicalized, if timeless figures seeming to writhe in resistance against immutable ideals in Nicole Trimble’s palpable oil-based work. The explored emotional misfires and near collisions spill into moments of irresistible, half-sadistic, unyielding, but never fully realized connection. Contradictions and ultimatums pervade. Calls to “suspend me to upend me to mend me” must paradoxically contend with the termination of such passion when one completely devotes to the other: “…and widen my veins, while you gently smother me lover in covers again?” Bodies portrayed in crucibles of possible erotic flux, possible internal combustion simultaneously appear ready to cohere and melt away at the coming arrival of some inevitably vivid, morbid consummation. Over several entries of a sometimes torturous, always irrepressibly alive exchange, the ultimately expressed challenge to “remember the end / remember” drives the series forward by locating the balance found in the mad notion of that which ignites once more never stops burning. No matter what’s brought to light and lost in the process.

The Ritual

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We were young

when we were younger

we spoke fire when we were younger

you said everything we spoke was fire when we were younger so you left

you left one night in August when you said everything was fire

so were we               we spoke younger

you said everything we spoke was fire when we were younger so one night

in August you left

I remember night was worse in August

I was lighter in August I remember

you said everything was worse in August so you left one night when we were

younger            I remember the fire we spoke and I was lighter

you said I was worse when we were younger              remember the one night in August

we spoke everything and I left you lighter               how slowly the fire ended

how slowly night ended when we spoke               when I left you lighter in August you were

worse                you said we remember everything younger in fire

when you said the fire was ended one night I remember how slowly you left

everything was lighter younger

and when we ended the night said everything          I remember so slowly

remember every thing the night we ended was

we remember every night ended

remember the end

remember


J. Adam Collins

Series Entry 13.8


Description

Series_13

Nicole Trimble & J. Adam Collins

Giving form to shared states of conflated memory, elusion and attachment, the richly layered dialogues in Series 13 pry into the sinews of well-worn mysteries between intimates. Through his urgent, yet always carefully threaded poetry, J.Adam Collins responds to the fiercely physicalized, if timeless figures seeming to writhe in resistance against immutable ideals in Nicole Trimble’s palpable oil-based work. The explored emotional misfires and near collisions spill into moments of irresistible, half-sadistic, unyielding, but never fully realized connection. Contradictions and ultimatums pervade. Calls to “suspend me to upend me to mend me” must paradoxically contend with the termination of such passion when one completely devotes to the other: “…and widen my veins, while you gently smother me lover in covers again?” Bodies portrayed in crucibles of possible erotic flux, possible internal combustion simultaneously appear ready to cohere and melt away at the coming arrival of some inevitably vivid, morbid consummation. Over several entries of a sometimes torturous, always irrepressibly alive exchange, the ultimately expressed challenge to “remember the end / remember” drives the series forward by locating the balance found in the mad notion of that which ignites once more never stops burning. No matter what’s brought to light and lost in the process.