taking a poem as a tour bus

from the poem Audubon – Anne Carson
. . .

You can look at these true shapes all day and not see the bird.
Audubon understands light as an absence of darkness,
truth as an absence of unknowing.

It is the opposite of a peaceful day in Hokusai.
Imagine if Hokusai had shot and wired 219 lions
and then forbade his brush to paint shadow.

“We are what we make ourselves,” Audubon told his wife
when they were courting.
In the salons of Paris and Edinburgh

. . .
ok anne ,
i go, i imagine, i roll
Hokusai, what we make ourselves, the bird
i scroll, u roll,

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