I watched the second half of a movie Wednesday. In my office the
next day I started to
worry about my desk. The disorder. The pens. So many of them. Pointing.
I got a
balloon in my head thinking about them.
Last night I watched the other half. The beginning. It started
me thinking. About
chairs. How they keep their backs to the walls. And pictures: how
long they can hold
onto a nail.
Quicksilver. Suds. Hubcaps.
Other things. Sheetrock. And frogs: their clown-bulb toes. And
calendars: some left to
right, some straight down; some in rectangles. How do we know how
My skin rises when I think about Canada: vertical maps; sliding
fish. The sags in wires
The Age and Hour Division of Labor: if they changed something.
I’m going too fast for
And me. The distance to my feet. My raccoon face. Primate hands.
How I can work
together. Force clothes on myself in the wind. The small bellows
of me. Maybe my
eyes are the marbles in bowls. Or the bowl. If I drop and cover….
And the movie. Where does the dust go in rear projection. Into
Somebody’s always saying that. Somebody should write it down.