Eidolons, Baby (recent poems, November 2012)

Eidolons, baby,*
that’s all we are and all we make;
we, our own ghosts, are the blurred after-images
the pencil traces, what the waiting shapes.

*This one came from a brief conversation with Andrew Griffin about the Walt Whitman poem.

About John MacKenzie

I'll mumble for ya. Poetry, plus most things quantifiable: science, neuroscience, memory, epistemology, baseball. And so on.
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1 Response to Eidolons, Baby (recent poems, November 2012)

  1. tankawanka says:

    John, I also realized that Eidolons was an anagram for O!Leonids, the annual meteor shower. http://tankawanka.wordpress.com/2012/11/18/o-leoninds-eidolons/


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