“Moving On” — its beginning and end…
I’m on a stationary bike looking at numbers.
Heart rate, calories consumed, distance travelled, time spent,
instantaneous speed. Each motivates, differently.
By half the year’s end I’m not where I thought I would be.
This meditation finds a neat echo in the last line of the next poem (“Type One Error”): “One deterministic seed, the mind recounting when / counting is not enough, though where many poems begin.” including of course the preceding poem — “Moving On”.
Madhur Anand also demonstrates a knack for recontextualizing by lifting lines from scientific papers and laying out the results in intriguing and suggestive poems collected in A New Index for Predicting Catastrophes. There is here an ecological sensibility. Or should we say echo-logical?
And so for day 2259