Henri Cole on what it’s like to see his poetry illuminated by the artist Jenny Holzer:
Seeing my poems projected in this way, onto landscapes and buildings, I feel that the words leap out from a different zone, where they are observed as much as read. Language is more direct, open, unself-conscious, precise, and human. It doesn’t belong to me anymore but to the atmosphere, and this makes me happy.
It’s not like she couldn’t handle Sunnydale. Angel was going up to LA, and she was still technically duty-bound to him, and she wouldn’t have paid much attention to that factor except he’d apparently decided to start fighting demons with Cordelia at his side. It just didn’t seem safe to leave those two in charge of a demon-fighting detective agency, so Jenny packed up and went. Rupert drives up on weekends, and she’s learning how to actually handle a crossbow. It’s going pretty well.