Research: Journals
The Journal, Issue 31.1
Poetry: "Heathcliff"
by Toni Mirosevich
Ghost echoes
from Oblique Strategies, by Brian Eno and Peter Schmidt
from Oblique Strategies, by Brian Eno and Peter Schmidt
Out here, on the white cliffs, with my collar turned up,
then turned down. There’s a tree. Then no tree. A golden
hillside a minute ago. Now, a white wall. Mirage or oasis?
Panorama or a bad bit of beef? The car lights only go so far,
our vision even less. Forget permanence: the fog giveth
and the fog taketh away. Rail against the dying of the light,
just don’t fuck it up for everyone. Was that how it went?
There’s a fig tree. Now it’s gone. A child in the street.
Gone too. We all want lessons in detachment. We think
that will make us care less. Let me make it easy for you:
I’m coming over. Or I’m not.
