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Monday, May 7, 2012
fragment from a hand-held device #2
assuming the position
we practise stillness
in the same way.
with gestures too large for the stage
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
reach
clicks n taps
a morse languageof
dotsndashes
onesnzeros
andno
-spaces-
a window discloses only
the ambivalence of
- halfdrawn curtains -
in braille
the fingerpads
loom large
and soft as pomelo's
the page makes its many points
the awl always
fitted to the palm ready
for pricking small boxed meanings
the trickle
of watersoundstherush of
skiesandsatellitestherelaystations
bristled porcupine antennae
balled around the soft belly
and the head tucked in
the nose in the navel
the scent of one's self
onthefingersthepen
mostespecially
- on the fingers -
a hypodermic whisper
to inoculate against
- the reaching silence -
sshhhLISTEN
the hush
the hushed
the hhhhhhhhhhhh
we have ears for the unsaid
we have mouths for the unspoken
skin
for remembering
skin
for
- reaching -
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