Monday, August 1, 2022

Mary Jo Bang

 

The Downstream Extremity of the Isle of Swans


Costumes Exchanging Glances


The rhinestone lights blink off and on. 
Pretend stars. 
I'm sick of explanations. A life is like Russell said 
of electricity, not a thing but the way things behave. 
A science of motion toward some flat surface, 
some heat, some cold. Some light 
can leave some after-image but it doesn't last. 
Isn't that what they say? That and that 
historical events exchange glances with nothingness.

 

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