Thanks Doug. I had trouble with the last line but settled on what I have after rejecting my first draft of 'and the life gets sucked clean out of us' which line would have troubled you even more I take it.
Bill
> On 9 Jul 2015, at 1:09 am, Douglas Barbour <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
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> A kind of wee allusive essay, Bill. I like the ‘rake hard surfaces’ line, but feel a whiff of the lecture hall…
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> Doug
>> On Jul 7, 2015, at 4:04 PM, Bill Wootton <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
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>> Driving behind cars, you see them clearly,
>> ranged across glossy duco on boot lids.
>> Finger marks. As if some brute tune
>> were to be wrung from mere metal.
>> Where once a centrally positioned
>> handle sucked all hands to its chrome vortex,
>> now boot slamming begins flathandedly
>> from anywhere along that closing rim.
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>> Once you'd be roared at for touching
>> any such fine surface, metal or glass.
>> Now fingers glide for hours over iPads,
>> phones. We rake hard surfaces, seeking no
>> handle. We get up close and contiguous.
>> Reflections diminish as on we blur.
>>
>> bw
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> Douglas Barbour
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> Recent publications: (With Sheila E Murphy) Continuations & Continuation 2 (UofAPress).
> Recording Dates (Rubicon Press).
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> Done in by creation itself.
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> I mean the gods. Not us. Well us too.
> The gods moved into books. Who wrote the books?
> We wrote the books. In whose dream, then are we dreaming?
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> Robert Kroetsch.
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