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The Comet
I’m
full of much ordinary-
ness, and while the sometimes spectacular
shape of my limbs or my words do have
the power to besot, to consume
one’s mind, I did see a comet today and all it
was was some blurry lightness, and that’s regular.
Blurry lightness is all around, shrouded by blurry
darkness, among all blurry otherness. I’ve been meaning
to learn the names of constellations, as if
putting language to the universal would further the spectacle,
bring poetry to things, make stars more human than they
are. More sky-struck, as we call it. As if language hasn’t
distorted meaning enough, already. As if distorting,
it could save. As naming the uniqueness doesn’t just
reduce it to one of the many things named, out there with the syllables,
the same turn of mouth of or-din-ar-y. A very human construction.
ness, and while the sometimes spectacular
shape of my limbs or my words do have
the power to besot, to consume
one’s mind, I did see a comet today and all it
was was some blurry lightness, and that’s regular.
Blurry lightness is all around, shrouded by blurry
darkness, among all blurry otherness. I’ve been meaning
to learn the names of constellations, as if
putting language to the universal would further the spectacle,
bring poetry to things, make stars more human than they
are. More sky-struck, as we call it. As if language hasn’t
distorted meaning enough, already. As if distorting,
it could save. As naming the uniqueness doesn’t just
reduce it to one of the many things named, out there with the syllables,
the same turn of mouth of or-din-ar-y. A very human construction.