the phone hotel
"The Phone Hotel," January 25, 2022 (#25)
title from supervisor's email
The Echo Maker by Richard Powers (2007)
The Trip to Echo Spring: On Writers and Drinking by Olivia Laing (2013)
one line from A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man by James Joyce (1916)
one line from Ozark 4.1, "The Beginning of the End" (2022)
The Phone Hotel
When animals and humans still share the same language,
dark rivulets that cut right through the central frame,
spring spreads across the Arctic to their anarchic cries.
I think of that line about the fire often, because it describes
years of drifting through satisfactory employment,
how conclusively it can wipe out a life. It begins with a
sick fascination at the chance to learn what Mark really
describes so exactly the house where I grew up: the
word her mind fingered melted into meaningless figures of
insomnia as a light to view a hellish terrain. The idea
wouldn't want to develop in any areas that the Refuge
had not found an outlet in verse. The growth and knowledge
was a field outside with a copse of trees and every day
you just hear the same things repeated over and over.
Something bad once happened here,
something of the same facility here.
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1-24-22 photo of print from Graffiti World: Street Art from Five Continents (2004)
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