Autoplastik

By Andrew Joron b. 1955 Andrew Joron
The orbiting reflector
Turns night into day: petals ping
 
Accelerated workers 
         swarm into the plaza
A blur on the soul’s dead instrument
 
Everywhere, windows are blanked
To the same newsreel
 
I alone
Inhabit a mockup of the early nineteenth century
 
I, the great idealist
         who confesses
On the first page of his diary: Father!
There are no living atoms
 
& the diary answers: Identity
Is that
Which is eaten from within
 
Another man is partially assembled
On the table
 
Another module
Unshrouded, revolves in sunlight
 
         filtered through noise
A simulated victory
 
Crawls like a glove
Animated by music

Andrew Joron, "Autoplastik" from Trance Archive, City Lights Spotlight No. 3. Copyright © 2010 by Andrew Joron.  Reprinted by permission of City Lights Books.

Source: Trance Archive (City Lights Books, 2010)

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Poet Andrew Joron b. 1955

Subjects Arts & Sciences, Language & Linguistics, Social Commentaries, History & Politics

Poetic Terms Free Verse