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Or perhaps stillness is perfect time—original joy blooms beneath a glass bulb that protects as it cuts off air.  Time is a sentence punctuated: not comma or semi-colon, but full stop.  His old bus-driver waves to him as he walks by.  An organ stop sounds.  My cat’s meow is all meaning, no context.  (I know better than that: he means kitchen.)  Prisoners subjected to sound lose their sense of direction; sleep is a map, a quest, a kayak.  Stop gap, stop loss: these are actions, not arrest.  Put a stop to it means embarking on an ending.  An ending like a pier cannot contain any but its own assertions.  Her whisper is still a voice.

 

 

–27 April 2011