The following was inspired by Dr. Paul Bouissac's lecture, "Gestures for the Senses: An Evolutionary Perspective on the Multimodality of Gesture" as presented at The Ohio State University.
These
Dangling
Things
Tell me where you are
W.h.a.t. you are
W.h.y. you are
These
Dang--gLING!!
Thinnnnggggggggggggsssssssszzzzzzzz
Cool my blood
Sense my geography
Conserve my human
P@rkin$0n$ stole my "arms"
Dangling things
Stole my dopamine
Stole my gesture
These
Dang-guh-ling
Thangs
Leave traces behind
Heat behind
Yourself behind.
- Feb. 25, 2010
"Not that it was beautiful, but that, in the end, there was a certain sense of order there; something worth learning in that narrow diary of my mind, in the commonplaces of the asylum where the cracked mirror or my own selfish death outstared me . . . I tapped my own head; it was glass, an inverted bowl. It's a small thing to rage inside your own bowl. At first it was private. Then it was more than myself." -Anne Sexton
I like your poem. It nicely catches what I tried to say. Paul Bouissac
ReplyDelete