The Gamble. One (that being the ³I² and the ³Eye²) is outside a roadside
Gambling Hall. Midnight. Itıs not clear whether it's Arizona or New Jersey.
The Parking Lot its black asphalt surface painted over with multiple white,
parallel striped, slotted rows- is variously filled with cars.
One, for whatever reason, possibly Puritan, does not enter the Gambling
Hall. In the night light, the wide, two story beige off-lit building,
indeed, appears possibly threatening. One avoids it as if one ought be more
solid, indeed, be mathematically clear when one make's Life's more serious
choices.
One hears an invisible Voice, a command. The Voice recites a Poetic Work by
a Classical Master. The voice commands the Eye to look at the entire Parking
Lot, row by row. The ³I² behind the ³Eye² will organize the cars according
to Workıs entire structure and pattern. Each car will represent a Word. Each
Parking Lot row will represent one of the Poemıs three Stanzas and entire
sum of twelve complete Lines. Since each Line will vary in length, one side
of the Lot will have a jagged edge. Since the last Line of each Stanza is
composed of only three words, those particular Lines will each park three
cars. The area surrounding
each Stanza the Negative Space - will be left dark, empty.
The ³I² behind the ³Eye² accomplishes the Work. Finished, the ³I² looks at
the firm, sturdy Lot. The fluorescent building lamps compel a low white glow
off each car hood, roof and trunk - the Stanzas in stark juxtaposition of
the façade of the Gambling Hall. Two nocturnal companions Formality and
Risk - the Eye gathers into One:
One who Gambles when the Gamble falls to Shreds.
One who builds a Stanza, steel firm, against the Dread.
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