Andrew Joron

A = A A = A

Mine to ask a mask to say, A is not A. No one, ever the contrarian, to answer. The moon is both divided & multiplied     by water: as chance, as the plural of chant. O diver, to be sea-surrounded by a thought bled white--     a blankness as likely as blackness. What is the word for getting words & forgetting? Might night right sight? I, too late to relate     I & I, trap light in sound & sing no thing that breath can bring.

Apr 5, 2010 / Books & the Arts / Andrew Joron

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