Thursday, September 16, 2010

on problems of syllables

too often, now, it seems
my mind running away
pulled into the pleasant
swirl of metaphor, dirge
and Manhattan: meaning
less and empty, over full
and void; the inner
rupture of syllables.

eleven. e-lev-en.
|iˈlevən|. 11.

(my sister says "make a wish.")

is each consonant not a death in itself?

(a, e, i, o ,u)

the lips touch.

why ten?

would a world of amputees count in base-2?

the
laptop
severed
extension
of my soul
are you jealous
of pen and paper?
the five forgotten
vowels holding
language
to get
her

the space between words.
t h e s p a c e b e t w e e n w o r d s.

i have encountered. every. logical. objection.

(and still, i wait)

3 comments:

  1. So jealous of pen and paper! I can't write on my laptop because of it.

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  2. indeed, a fascinating discrepancy between the two: the caffeinated ease of keystroke mania versus the pen's pleasant promise of laze and visceral exhaustion. i see/saw between the two, moving the fulcrum back and forth, never quite finding the balance.

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  3. ...very entertaining.. Thank You! :)

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