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The Art of Saying What Cannot Be For Harriet Monroe

The art of saying what cannot be ………………………………………..for Harriet Monroe … said ………………or need not be What's the difference if you call tinnitus or l'acouphène a 'tintement, a 'buzzing', a 'chuintement', a 'whistling', or pure sounds of music : it is still not stilled in him who lies still. ……………………… he left his spectacles on a narrow ledge and pulled the lever ………….to let the trough down slopping mélange of cement paint and the sneeze of bird droppings carried by swirling winds … did he fear his glasses would come off ……… or was it just the fear of mélange slurp on his glasses … a near-full trough wobbled with the first jerk of the pulley … a treacle of a drop streaked thick chased by a heart-shaped losange …………… long before the splash hit the ground he thought of whom he might excise ………………. from his last will and testament with a vengeful codicil ……………………….. the greediest ………………………........... the laziest or the great spenders he might not have thought it important but was it the moment his foot caught the snake coils of a rope high on the scaffolding …………… did he think he heard a saffron-robed monk knock the tool-box down in haste a faux pas he felt was not to his taste ……………….. at least at that very moment still he let himself be led …………………………. half-blind into realms not so bizarre ………………………… after all with only the colliding tinnitus …………… reverbrating in his ears What would anyone think if he or she would come upon his eyeless specs : " … best to leave said or unheard things alone… " © T. Wignesan - Paris, July 23, 2018

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