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Amy Catanzano

from Starlight in Two Million: A Neo-Scientific Novella

 

The Origin of the Work of Art

 

 

When I began reading poems they began reading me. I turned back through the book to the chapter of thinking, for we want to know what this reminds us of: expanding, ablaze, letting the sunlight through.

          To write yourself into the history within your heart. And into the hearts of others.

          And they write themselves like emancipators into you.

          Making it possible by adding elaborate maps. The long windmill nights, before I realized we were altering

          Matter, like we alter our belief in tomorrow, where the blues meet in the sky on their own terms, surfaces parted, waves spread. The atom as we know it splits not just itself but the years, too.

          I make from the book a canopy of peace to show most directly what is missing.

          One of my optics, I think you can extract it, it’s a proposition to a proposition. So that when we say the word sky we mean gathering a sky to establish its breadth as a great and luminous equalizer.

          It also seems to be a love poem or a sequence entering itself in performance.

          Houses and trees and white plumes from clouds trickle off. Something similar occurs when I follow my own star-beveled astronomy, willful yet unconscious.

          Gleefully I watch for the fireworks mishaps. Facing the electricity I see in my future, I sit and watch the bees under their burden, sympathetic, cautious, months might pass.

          And in the meantime I have written you out of space and request that you come and visit, say hello, tell me what your status is as a comet, tell me precisely how did you cross the lacework in the atmosphere’s border? Did they let you take anything along a little lamp a homegrown theater that will remind you of your trajectory?

          Until branches spill over that monolith

 

                                                    memory.

                                                                             global

 

                                                    positioning.

                                                                             cloud

 

                                                    chamber.

                                                                            wired

 

                                                    labyrinth.

                                                                            relative

 

                                                    syntax.

                                                                            distinct

 

                                                   beauty.

                                                                            fiction

 

                                                   fiction my

                                                                            novel

 

                                                           accessory.

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