Oz Hardwick presents four prose-poems where a poetic archaeology excavates for meaning in spaces meant for display, where dioramas abound, while a poetic gaze retrieves meaning from objects representing the past in its defunct state. In these poems, one could easily ponder on the museumification of life as the preservation of death, and that too in material overabundance put on display. A poetic voice disrupts the frigid nature of such spaces, turning stillness into motion, and offering sense beyond purpose to elaborate arrangements, but not without necessary critique.
