Ah, could be many (any) offices, Jill, & so I felt a general malaise there.
Loved the line break here:
You didn’t know what you now need
to know,
And that penultimate stanza…
Doug
On Aug 12, 2015, at 1:48 AM, Jill Jones <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
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> CLOUD OF UNKNOWING
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> Futures form in ignorance
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> in stray spaces, weeds progress like seasons
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> outside offices there’s more confusion just as within
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> there’s a light which offers no light.
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> It switches on and off, no-one lends a hand.
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> An envelope leans against a door
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> another hullabaloo has been ripped down
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> events pass and numbers out date themselves
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> the season closes down, the corridor seems furious.
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> There’s a new fire warden, someone’s updated
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> the security code, goodness, it seems to work.
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> You didn’t know what you now need
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> to know, there’s a weird kind of latency
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> after dark though there’s still all that stalking.
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> The photocopier seizes the paper.
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> The computer seizes the idea. The idea seizes.
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> There are no ideas, the paper is waste.
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> We come alongside ourselves without warning.
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> It’s scary, who are we? If you don’t know, go home.
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> Unknowing is better away from the stairs.
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> Don’t look down
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> you might get there
Douglas Barbour
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Recent publications: (With Sheila E Murphy) Continuations & Continuation 2 (UofAPress).
Recording Dates (Rubicon Press).
Done in by creation itself.
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?
Robert Kroetsch.
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