izabel sonia ganz - poem


Unscrambling

Through the static of all cable channels
and wired news
through the endumbing media hype
for uniform nonthinking
every now and then
rows of electrons, ions or superstrings
(whatever the shamans of current science
name and rename them)
appear on my screen
and dance
to the beat of the same drummer
send signals through my body.

The code broken open
like a ripe melon
ready to sink my teeth into it.

Let's draw down the sky
let's tiptoe among the nebulae
let's swirl galaxies round and round
on the tips of our tongues
like bowls in a cosmic circus.
Let's talk.


(after reading "Scrambling" by Catherine Farid)

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