Opening in the Key of Closure

Thanks to a birthday gift from a friend, I sought out after reading one of his novels
the poetry of Steven Price.

I am reading Steven Price’s Anatomy of Keys which takes as its subject the life and lore of Harry Houdini. First line of the first poem :

The trunk alone understands the journey.

It almost arrests the reading from the get go. But it turns like a key in a lock because of its liminal position set off as a single line, almost an epigraph. From its position at the head of a section it sets a course for the reading that follows. Packs a mystery. Will we, the challenged readers, reach understanding?

Where has our trunk been?

What do we need to contain? To release?

And so for day 2871
22.10.2014

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