Sabot

Always an auspicious beginning to toss in a shoe…

if you threw your shoe into the machine of the world
if you have a shoe
if we all threw all the shoes at once,
jammed its great cogs and pistons,
if it groaned and gradually slowed.
[…]

Basma Kavanagh
“Sabotage”
Literary Review of Canada

The cascading anaphora of “if” over the full expanse of this poem does not lead to a “then” — the future is radically open.

And so for day 3042
10.04.2015

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