It’s because of money that we know time, too, comes in measurable units. In the same coin you can have suns & seeds of millet, atoms in their molecules not exactly dancing, footprints of giant millipedes—a small universe designed to frustrate anyone with arithmomania. You and I might find ourselves on opposite sides, a Janus. Every time you shake your head, mine nods, & when I rock with laughter it makes you seasick. Less like reflection, then, than echoing, this give-&-take, because with each pass there’s a little less. Modularity had something to do with it once, but now the coin is its own metal. The decorative columns might as well go back to being trunks; soon our clearing will be nothing but a stifled yawn.
See the response by Rachel Rawlins, “Fruit.”
OTHER POSTS IN THE SERIES
- Dog Logic
- The Colors of Noise
- Crossing Wales
- Memo from the CEO of Little Prince, Inc.
- Poems to be shaved into the hair of the author’s back
- Living in Analog
- Organ Meats: A Primer
- Walking Weather
- Beach Glass
- Tree Without Birds
- The Captain’s Reverses
- The Fullness of Time
- Reading the Icelandic Sagas
- Hit the Lights
- Vagina Dialogue
- Old Norse Family Values
- On Hold
- Looking for the Reader
- The conversation continues: two videopoems
9 Replies to “Exchange”
Thanks for the auspicious writeup. It actually used to be a entertainment account it. Glance advanced to far brought agreeable from you! However, how can we communicate?
Hahahahaha! That comment made me laugh. A lot. Ideal response.
O.K., just for you I’ll let it stand (after removing the link).
You are very kind :-)
As it says in my Bio, please don’t assume a poem in the first person is autobiographical.
Or a second person. It’s very gloomy though, isn’t it. That’s why the “auspicious agreeable entertainment” made me laugh.
I liked the last line, “How can we communicate?” How, indeed.
I’m finding your comments thread quite cosy though.