The railway leads us there
There is always the question
Just hanging there, the confused
participle. The vast question mark.
Always over hanging.
Drawing the blind and foolish
along
those steely parallels.
Unable to dance unable to touch.
The mountains silhouette
Carved across the red and orange
The minutiae of the
monstrous
And the delicacy of the light,
Night and day and day and
night.
There is always the question, still.
The railway still leads us
there.
Sense and Reference
Why do
marlin travel from east to west against the current and where do they go after
they reach Cape San Antonio at the western end of Cuba? Is there a counter
current hundreds of fathoms below the surface and do they return working against
them? Or do they make a circle
through the Caribbean.
Earnest Hemingway from an article for Esquire 1934
There are accidents of place and
people
Like points are –
places
Where all four dimensions’ meet
Cities are all connected
Absolutely connected geometric
accidents
Of green are constantly on the
move
The accidents of finding their
place
Hesperus is: as is phosphorus.
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