The world occurs to me.
\nI feel my way into the space and cooling air
\noutside, leaving behind an article about
\nthe bridge collapse in Genoa, a city I once visited,
\nthe sun, now (relatively speaking) level with the upstairs
\nwindows, setting, slumping down and to the right,
\nwhich seems completely insignificant.<\/p>\n
I destroy my house and everything in it,
\nespecially the Pyrex Oblong Baking Dish w\/ Lid
\nI borrowed from my neighbour\u2019s car. I crack out thirty
\nice cubes from the ice tray to the sink, return the ice tray
\nto the freezer and then entirely destroy the freezer.<\/p>\n
Later on the house is fine, repaired while we were out buying
\nwhatever. I run my hands across the table\u2019s grain, feeling
\nits coolness underneath my palms. When you\u2019re asleep
\nI come downstairs and stay up doing this for hours
\nfor reasons which will sound insane.<\/p>\n
At some point it becomes midday.
\nI study the asparagus fern, admiring the way each frond
\nis just another fern in miniature, immaculately detailed,
\nvanishingly small. But why should what I\u2019m seeing
\nnow be interesting to me at all? What about yesterday,
\nor the day before, or gearing up and planning for
\nwhichever trip we\u2019re taking next? (Mexico City?
\nBack to Greece?) So what the grass is rising
\nafter all that unexpected snow, or that those
\npartygoers seem to us so strange and otherworldly?
\nThe worst has passed, not that it matters now:
\na pattern of tilted squares emerges on the kitchen floor.<\/p>\n
Another night I dreamt I went the opposite of blind,
\nwhich was to suffer an excess of sight, each substance
\nfreshly rendered with outrageous clarity, silver-outlined,
\nsickeningly tangible. Since then the world appears as if
\nreduced to its most basic parts \u2013 sky, trees, jutting rocks \u2013
\nmore than enough, I think, or just about.<\/p>\n
The sun has dropped. The garden
\nis very still, low-key. I\u2019m wondering how
\nmuch of this I might remember, straining to take it in,
\neven these ugly, overlapping clouds. I\u2019m reminded
\nof a story I was told about a woman falling off
\na balcony and getting up and laughing
\nand simply limping away, the blue air darkening
\nthe corners of the house, collecting anything close
\nto hand, baring its newly-strengthened teeth.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
There used to be an image here, or not so much
\nan image as the first few muddled outlines of a scene,
\nencompassing a range of different timescales, lives and geographies,
\nand maybe something comes of it and maybe it doesn\u2019t,<\/p>\n
but really it\u2019s the fact that there\u2019s a known amount of uncaptured
\nactivity around \u2013 the kind of stuff that tends to go especially
\nunnoticed, like the slow work of the gardener who takes immense
\ncare with the trees \u2013 although exactly who this tragedy belongs to<\/p>\n
is really anyone\u2019s guess. So much has changed since then, for me:
\nperhaps it doesn\u2019t matter if the scratches find a form or not;
\nperhaps it\u2019s just the fact you have to wait until you\u2019ve seen them
\nto have seen them. In a play I saw a while ago, the citizens<\/p>\n
conspire to erase themselves completely, disappearing street
\nby street by methods which remain unclear. Towards the end of
\nthe final act, the play falls open like the two halves of a piece of fruit
\nwhich seem to be identical until you look and find they\u2019re not.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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