10/21/2020

Asemia Hour (after Arsenic Hour)

“Can you identify these rectangles?”

“Square, parallelogram, rhombus.”

“Can you identify these triangles?”

“Right, isosceles, equilateral, scalene, oblique, acute, obtuse.”

“And these?”

“Pentagon, hexagon, heptagon, octagon.”

“Please define: convex, concave, self-intersecting, regular, tangential, vertex-transitive, cyclic, equiangular.”

            (“. . . .”)

“Please draw a truncated icosahedron.”

“Please shape an icosidodecahedron with this lump of clay.”

            (“. . . .”)

“Please define spatial relationships.”

“Please delineate a relationship.”

“Please draw a plane.”

“Please illustrate lines.”

“Please seek and find the point.”

            (“. . . .”)

[RK, 10/21/2020]

 

 

Aphasia Hour (after Arsenic Hour)

did you wear a mask (yes)

did everyone else wear masks (no)

did you hug anyone (yes)

was that correct (I don’t know)

did you change clothing (yes)

did you wash your hair (no)

did you disinfect the car (yes)

did you observe social distancing (yes and no)

will you wear a mask on the airplane (yes)

will you quarantine after your trip (I don’t know)

 

will you quarantine (I don’t think I need to)

will you quarantine (what do you think)

will you quarantine (it depends)

will you quarantine (maybe)

will you quarantine (everyone has to decide for themselves)

will you quarantine (I don’t know)

will you quarantine (I don’t know)

will you quarantine (I don’t know)

[RK, 10/21/2020]


Certain Kinds of Light (after Research Says)

complex sunshine yellows on a wooden fence which no longer exists

deciduous autumn leaves defining dry desert arroyos

skies tinted gray-blue from distant forest fires

black and white photographs in the developer

 

pardon me for sharing four bad jokes

of the apocalypse

 

everything actually

depends on the brown of

a spun color wheel

 

this is not about light

this is residual R-complex hominid desire

for objects absorbing and reflecting light

[RK, 10/21/2020]


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