Issue 26: Maurice Scully
Shiver of a leaf in a breeze, a hammer
hitting a bell on a steeple-top in the square
now to place this little town (now) with
emphatic precision by the down-at-heel
palace here, now. I put my cup down.
Whose house is that?
Hollows, pockets, shadows, lines, stitches,
pins & needles & the times taken to patch
sunlight to countless little threads distinct
on a chair in a room upstairs somewhere
over a garden on the northern edge of a
coastal city: quiet.
Draw a line through that then add them up.
Once upon a time. Becoming included in its
future the tracing of a straight line out from
a point in the past along this side of flickering
presence with the aid of a Ruler only reproduces
the straight line already constructed along the
ruler’s edge. What is your house made of then?
Tapping hammer, dove-blur in a tree by a
bedroom window, travelling water through
pipes about a wall, purline, gable. Birdcall.
Your jacket on the back of a chair.
Maurice Scully was born Dublin 1952. He has published many books, most recently Play Book (Coracle Press, 2019) and Things That Happen (Shearsman, 2020). His Airs is forthcoming from Shearsman in 2022. A book of essays on his work appeared in 2020: A Line of Tiny Zeros in the Fabric, also from Shearsman.
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