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OK, so I need to explain a little about what's going on here. The observant will notice quite a good deal of editing has gone on here. Not much in the way of editing the actual words as they may be spoken, but the line structure, the stanza structure, and the overall form have gone from a straightforward prose oriented short narrative and taken on a poetics inspired more by the concrete movement of the mid-late 20th century. This is indeed a lofty experiment as the concrete relied heavily on the intransigence of typesetting and the aesthetics of print--both of which are glaringly absent in a digital context. I am fully expecting the work done in this commit to fail if at least in some small way. Also new in this version is the introduction of quasi mathmatical symbols - a sort of psuedo code is creeping into this particular piece. I'll be greatly insterested to see if this seems faddish or gimmicky to me in a few days, but for now it seems appropriate.

2013-01-17

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## a long division
He stood in front of sliding glass looking out and over the pink
of a crayon colored number 2
past the weathered wooden deck
into a damp winter-gray
yard.
Color, sleeping since fall, made a stand against the season
as streaks of yellow swing chains
unused and moved only by wind
at the back of the
yard.
{The new year had come and it brought with it all the new things that years will bring.}
There were:
1. new television shows,
2. new books,
3. new recordings,
4. new people,
5. new money,
6. new lists,
things to do / never do again.
Yes, there were long / rambling
lists / things that had
never been that now are.
Waiting for the coffee and letting the morning
spill into him one note
at a time,
he realized,
THERE(|)
on that spot(•),
looking out and over
that crayon colored {2}
that he had let some part of himself oversleep.
that crayon colored {2}
was:
more than just a happy reminder
of everything that he had===
more than just a simple cut out
beginning to 2013===
more than a happy new year.
As he stood THERE(|) looking out and over
that crayon colored {2}
he was looking forward to be sure.
But there was some critical part of him===
some memory of the person he used to want to be===
that was just now emerging
from the fog of a unfortunately warm
January mist.
Perhaps (if !=he) stood THERE(|?) in parallel.
Perhaps THERE(|?) was a former future version of himself
THERE(|?) next to him thinking less technically
about the color of the
yard.
It would be / had to be him,
him as a splinter of time.
The two of them stood THERE(||)
looking out through sliding glass
only just now becoming aware
of each other.
They lived two of many worlds
impossible and unknowable
and cosmically remote. Yet they were
THERE(|) together alone with only images
for communication. Impressions,
a shared qualia
so fine
so particular
yet not necessarily solitary
a current along some unidentifiable field.
The coffee was ready.
One drip, one press
one dark, one blonde
one mug, one cup
one milk
one sugar.