Monday, June 19, 2017

Those are not windows


We know the difference between screens
And windows
We have seen panes and cracks distort the image.

The daughter of a poet was tasked to pen a poem,
perceived as silly, she wrote it off.
The line led one to believe Heller Keller
dreamt in color-
and Kandinsky painted music
And they laughed-

The black and white words were lost
on the newest Tech-no-extinguish-allingo for rhythmic rules
Class, (the new Beats 
by algorithms).
Photos sans filters, simply
unaltered-in the past-by contrast

To green and blue screens that project a
Headline(r) to the stars.

A theater student herself,
She laughs at those old over-acting 
talkies before Technicolor, whose
lame movements, I justify-
are compensations for lack of color.

Well, faking it was fun. 
Forts and refrigerator boxes
worked for pretending elsewheres and make
believing in speech-
Until we started to believe 
the sounds were real.
As though everyone knows 
colors come naturally
to all things reflective
Only-
Is it touching that tells the truth?
The poet has no sense.

Painting by By Juan Gris (José Victoriano González Pérez), Spanish, 1887 - 1927 (1887 - 1927) – Artist/Maker (Spanish) Born in Madrid, Spain. Dead in Boulogne-Billancourt, France. Details of artist on Google Art Project [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

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