Attention . . .
is the same thing as prayer. We
pay attention, but this is our counter-economy of care. A name is a
noun, but it's more fictitious than that: google my father's and you
find a criminal antiquities dealer. Leo has had three names: one
by birth, one by orphanage, and one by adoption. Attention is not
origin. I cannot attend to the past inside of it. If it comes to me
it runs again like film through the clamps and clatters
onto a second reel. My
daughter speeds up video of hip hop dance until it sounds Cambodian.
Culture is speed, a form of attention that is
only passively
shared, like verbs you can't
set straight
on your tongue. They spill like a cat off a
chair. One
foreign film was so obscure we couldn't tell the first from the
second reel. I rewound the one by hand in the dark.
1 comment:
Forgot to say: I laughed out loud over the antiquities dealer showing up in here. :)
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