90. Meet You at the Obelisk, Then?

All this shaken material

- can’t you hear the crunch of angels’ footsteps

maybe just the tinklings of continuing dilapidation?

Hopeful & dirty

we’ll blunder out of this cave

somehow

& blink in astonishment

at this silver light

. . .  not real

but you are

& sometimes we

Justice should be noisy

- louder than the crash

of all our collapsing

institutions

Insieme la nostra speranza e la nostra maledizione: la positività vestigiale

Most of life here now:

a rapid montage of broken objects

“What we call the present is the point of emergence of each thing into everything, the terrain where the constant passage into relations, the coming of things to life, is occurring.”

Hejinian (2000), p 373

This town & this city

- built on moraines & riverine detritus

on splintered stone & muck

odd, errant pudding-stones here

Old Sawney’s Head this Hallowe’en

- glowing golden & toothless now

So it comes to a stop

but won’t the stop end?