Thick description, Lawrence, & that witty turn at the end. Neat.
Doug
On 2012-06-06, at 7:21 AM, Lawrence Upton wrote:
> Two flicks of light across a small shadow
> hardly smudging it, like a pen ticking
> on to a grubby fragment of cardboard,
> taking tally; while, behind them, at their source,
> where no hands have pressed with radiation,
> a pool of the stuff spilling off a wall
> down which pours, diagonally, thick sunshine
> from a complex but most unlikely shape
> of its own gleaming self, undeclarative.
> Above this, gloom, the top of it in depth
> although transparent; but no one sees much.
> No one looks round. The announcer appears
> not to be reading from a written script,
> speaking each word as a separable instance
> of things unknown, as if sampling them
> among alien objects. Some passengers
> stand about, flicking their accessories
> unacknowledged, perhaps thinking of grass.
>
> -----
> Lawrence Upton
> Visiting Fellow, Music Dept,
> Goldsmiths, University of London
> New Cross, London SE14 6NW
> ----
>
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