149.
So some words banish us from us
and some are singing as they leave
the park
maybe a story is a wicked thing
tell what happened but not the
happening?
better the man alone in a room
music comes somehow in
and nothing said or said not much
just let us look at a man all by
himself
a woman sitting in her house alone
what kind of story could be better
than silence
as if in Ovid a girl is changed into
a girl
and there is no self to distract us
with green leaves.
150.
No special moment for the clock to
stop
o I’ll get a headline out of that
you hear me better when you aren’t
listening
government a fancy word for the
police
anybody knows what you mean but not
what you say
saying is dark dark a tree lost in a
forest
pluck this fruit and name yourself
again
a nobody slipping under the giant’s
reach
Polyphemus is radar crouch to be
unknown
miracle of neglect the oil of absence
sweet
and so Blake seldom saw the sea and
if he did
its size itself dissuaded him from
the transports of love.
