[The predictability of these rooms]

The predictability of these rooms is, in a word, exquisite. These rooms in a word. The moon is predictably exquisite, as is the view of the moon through the word. Nevertheless, we were hoping for less. Less space, less light. We were hoping to pay more, to be made to pay in public. We desire a flat, affected tone. A beware of dog on keep off grass. The glass ceiling is exquisite. Is it made of glass? No, glass.

Ben Lerner, “The predictability of these rooms” from Angle of Yaw (Copper Canyon Press, 2006). www.coppercanyonpress.org
Source: Angle of Yaw (Copper Canyon Press, 2006)
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