Hall of Records

By Peter Spagnuolo Peter Spagnuolo
There’s a clever thing, stabs at her hand
on every corner now, revising the screed.
Watch her huff at the tiny screens that send
her chimpish copy up the line, to speed
the raising of the giddy, pixelled hall:
cornerless, mirror-tiled, the gorging sphere
a fast-receding shell enclosing all
we say or see, never to disappear,
bigger with each second, and the next,
its facets auto-replicant, until
the Record of  what was — each fingered text
and pic, the starry shards the hours distill —
impounds what is, slaves us in its spell,
sorting the diamonds in our dazzling cell.



Source: Poetry (May 2013).

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This poem originally appeared in the May 2013 issue of Poetry magazine

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 Peter  Spagnuolo

Biography

Peter Spagnuolo is the author of the chapbook, The Return of the Son of Ten by Fourteen (Pocket Plunder, 2012) and Time’s Wiggy Chariot (2013). He works as an exculpatory narratologist in New York City.

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SUBJECT Living, Life Choices, Time & Brevity

Poetic Terms Sonnet

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