Saturday, April 17, 2010

848. MARKERS

MARKERS
Nothing comes from nothing, it's said.
I believe that like I believe hams can fly
or pigs sprout wings. Your mania for
recognition reminds me of a movie mag
in 1948. Dark shots of a famous woman
in a kerchief, sternly glaring back into the
camera's face. All for naught and
no one cares about a thing.
When they first made the Eiffel Tower,
they made it out of glass. In a
certain French light, deep afternoon,
one was able to think it wasn't there
at all. The light ran right through it, the
obstructions were gone - nothing
there against the sky. An awesome
Gallic mystery it was.

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