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On the distraction of the magic lantern
by Jim BenzIn the midst of space
and banners is a littered waste
that yields more pointing
than parsing--so much has passed
that an account of intervals
(a promise, a perspectiveless
taste) measures meaning (a sacred,
a whole sacred as less whole) and so,
in the midst of lunch and logistics
and yesterday's paper, and more news
buried, and a belatedly unfurnished
reaction to the blemished
brains of big science
on the back page, there is no
account of the dim wondering
what our position is now.
"Then the sight of you
this morning, in the light, sometimes
the interval ..." 08/15/2010 Posted on 08/15/2010
Copyright © 2026 Jim Benz
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 08/16/10 at 02:01 PM Wonderful language. Sharp, crisp as hell. |
| Posted by Wendy Sparling on 08/20/10 at 03:03 PM Perfect. |
| Posted by Laura Doom on 08/25/10 at 12:29 PM And this breaks the surface of discreetness, when viewed with discretion :> I'm parsing on this one with some pleasure... |
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