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"My sense is that you can get a lot more
Positive reinforcement here." On sunny days
Steam rises from the irrigated
Asphalt. It's harder than you think
To cross without wobbling, to keep
A straight face in a crooked mirror.
"As if it were so obvious -- it's absolutely
Ridiculous." What we can make of ourselves
When we put housemaids to it.
"So when I say these things so confidently
In my sermons it's because I've figured them out."
"The trick is to get them to talk
About themselves -- they always like
To talk about themselves."
What used to be a series
Of fragments is now a cohesive
Abstraction. You share a bench with her
For hours until you know everything
There is to know about her, only for her
To abruptly depart without glance or word.
"I'm doing great this week because
I"ve scheduled lunches with people everyday."
COO COO
A longer one this
time plays with us
that time two
or three more do
the same thing, just
fly away from it
all of this
was not my idea of
concern for the subject
at hand, my hand
would be too strong to hold
without pressure: the pigeon
breast, rib cage,
hollow bones
quivering
SCREEN
Vancouver, B.C.
To come forward, piece
together the wind,
the matter at hand lying
a foot away. How many
boats are police
boats? Say five. Call
it "paranoid," call it
"a love poem." The lights
blink & blink. Each drop
falls---a flash, then
gone again. Chameleons
hide & seek without moving.
Baffling finale of booms: sulfur
streaks riding the Strait to
the Sound, a running
leotard over dark thigh
of sky. So you offer me another
fig, arachnid working fast
to repair a gossamer world,
picky, gluttonous,
filmmaker extraordinaire.
© Craig Van Riper
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