in a cartoon blink
It starts here and ends there with no between. A swing, a
dodge and the sweat drops that shoot from invisible pores
in our hero's pale pink forehead. Fountain Water.
Connect the dots. It's sudden when you slow it down. One cell
then another and a slight augment in the position of my jaw.
I'm saying something, can't you hear me? Watch.
It was Einstein who fanned his fingers before his eyes and broke down
time, divided the swish of a skirt and the arc of fountain water.
Connect the dots, don't blur them.
dodge and the sweat drops that shoot from invisible pores
in our hero's pale pink forehead. Fountain Water.
Connect the dots. It's sudden when you slow it down. One cell
then another and a slight augment in the position of my jaw.
I'm saying something, can't you hear me? Watch.
It was Einstein who fanned his fingers before his eyes and broke down
time, divided the swish of a skirt and the arc of fountain water.
Connect the dots, don't blur them.
posted by iHabitus at
3:36 PM
3 Comments:
Ok, this has nothing to do with the poem but...my parents' homepage is CNN.com and the top headline today was Grape Eating Bear Killed next to a picture of a mamma black bear and her cub, followed by a link that said "watch". Does anyone else find that kinda, I don't know...sick? Or at least slightly twisted?
Anywho, nice poem, habit, I have no fuckin' clue what it's about, but nice poem. I mean, that last line I get, along with the first one and "it's sudden when you slow it down" (whether or not in the same way you do, who knows), but the rest is total mystery. Not that that's not alright, I mean, we're talking poetry here and it does have some nice slant rhymes in there and it sounds pretty good out loud, so I can let the meaning-thing fly, a little, if ya know what I mean.
I don't, for instance, know what you mean by bringing Einstein into it. I mean, the man was a genius and all, but he was dead wrong about quantum mechanics, so I'd probably be more likely to turn to Feynman or Shroedinger on matters relating to infinity and Zeno-type paradoxes. I don't know why, exactly, but for me it would just seem more appropriate.
Anyway, nice work.
Poor Zeno, he was dead wrong, too...
and p.s. I like this poem quite a bit. Especially the last few lines that start with Einstein. To me, you just gotta keep that finger fan thing in, so it has to be Einstein. Those last images really make the poem.
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