All my life false
and real. The letter she sent
was based on fiction, but it bore consequences. I'm bored, my kids
tell me. To bear is to bore as to flow is to flown, conjugation as
shotgun wedding. There was hardly any ground on which to make their
film; there's surfeit of meaning in Israel/Palestine. How do we lend
quiet to their stones, their walls, their pain's roulette? A factory
near here makes samsara souvenirs. They're usually on sale: five for
the price of four. Put them on your shelf at home and listen to John
Zorn saxophone or the blare of air raid sirens. Each kit comes
without shelter, without cork to keep the memories out. What it
offers is lines and line extensions. Get on your hands and knees and
set them down, inch by hard inch. Lines forget circles forget the
dull refrains.
Wednesday, July 16, 2014
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment