Wednesday, 14 September 2016

A (September)

Africa, that hieroglyph of home and escape from home. Decipher how the divisions ran deep and kept dividing, stuck in the mud. Asia, that pictogram of the thing- in- itself. Observe how its calligraphy runs down where it will till it stops. America, that extent of ante-alphabets and anti-alphabets and every alphabet. Squint to read on tablets of sliding sand most words ever written. Australia, that giant insula of unwritten memory. See how the Europeans invaded with firm prints. Antarctica, that Morse code of a zillion ice crystals. September is white as March but notice how their glaciers are melting.

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