”This singular is not a pointillistic particular. To put it in terms of hearing: it voices itself, it utters itself— though there is more than self-voice….The singing of transcendence as other seems to come over the singing of our self-transcending.” G&B 135
A fat fuzzy fly
has joined me in my room at
the top of the house.
By flying around
it seems more important than
it is. After all,
it’s Fall. I forget
it’s here most of the time. We
share oblivion.
We communicate,
turn the void into echo,
silence into buzz.
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Tom D'Evelyn is a private editor and writing tutor in Cranston RI and, thanks to the web, across the US and in the UK. He can be reached at tom.develyn@comcast.net. D'Evelyn has a PhD in Comparative Literature from UC Berkeley. Before retiring he held positions at The Christian Science Monitor, Harvard University Press, Boston University and Brown University. He ran a literary agency for ten years, publishing books by Leonard Nathan and Arthur Quinn, among others. Before moving to Portland OR he was managing editor at Single Island Press, Portsmouth NH. He blogs at http://tdevelyn.com and other sites.
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