Q how do you know you’re a ghost
A it’s the sliding
A it’s the sliding
Q is it like sleep
A like scything
Q do you feel old or young
A space and time are wrong
Q do you eat, is there food
A the sliding affects my nerves
Q what about up and down
A just vectors
Q do you have language
A aren’t I talking to you
Q I mean grammar
A the verb
Q that is a contradiction
A no it isn’t
Q just testing
A have I had this dream before
Q yet you’re also awake
A I contradict myself all the time
Q do you see people can you see me
A if you close your eyes
Q what about moods
A the edges are freezing
Q is that good
A yes
Q is it crowded
A are you joking
Q are there ghosts in this room
A most of the objects here are ghosts
Q really
A have you been to Paris
Q no
A Paris is a ghost
Q no it’s not
A have you read Thomas Pynchon
Q but we digress
A a ghost has no right angles
Q how do you relax
A swimming
Q who is that man
A he does the zeroes
Q did you say swimming
A I saw you at Saks once buying makeup in the middle of the night
Q wasn’t me
A it was the night the counter flooded
Q no
A you can’t put one in till you take one out
Q one what
A zero
Q does your hair keep growing
A yes but it is apples
- Anne Carson
3 comments:
Such a strange poem. I had to look her up.
Awesome picture!
Totally agree. It's highly unusual, but something had me going back to it again and again.
I had to read it twice, but a fitting image!!
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