Jacket 15 — December 2001 | # 15 Contents
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C.D.WrightDeepstep Come Shining (excerpt) |
Meanwhile the cars continued in a persistent flow down Closeburn Road. |
In the seclusionary cool of the car the mind furnishes a high-ceilinged room with a white piano. Seldom struck. Color sensations. In which the piano floats on a black marble lake, mute swan in a dark room. Beyond the windshield the land claims saturate levels of green. Illuminating figures and objects. Astonishing our earthliness. I was there. I know. |
Everyone in their car needs love. Car love. Meat love. Money love. Pass with care. |
We see a little farther now and a little farther still |
Ripcord Lounge is up on the right. 32° beer. A little past the package store. Suddenly I have the feeling of a great victory. A delirious brilliance. |
Merely listening |
Why is she so kind. Our floating host. Why am I so stingy and vain. |
The antinomian marsupial in the road fixing us in her eyeshine, tapeta lucida. The objective is hopeless — abandon the baseball diamond for the strip mall. Nothing arboreal to correct the view. The Dumpster behind Long John Silver’s berths the opossum in its postnuptial fast-food armor. Slower now, go slow. SPEED HECKED BY RADAR. O lucky stars. Motel 6 left its light on for us. Remember you are nothing without credit. |
In Rome (likewise-built-on-seven-hills), Georgia, the citizens hail their fellows as Romans. We never found the Forum. The arrows continued pointing right. And a sculpture of Remus and Romulus. Given by Il Duce to the Romans of Georgia. Stored in a root cellar during the war. |
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