I was reading Ian O’Byrne’s week two introduction to Revolutionary Poets Society It occurred to me that a digital revolutionary might use a digital tool to respond. Et voila, Hypothes.is, the perfect tool for kibitzing from the sides. It is, of course, raw, unpolished, and grossly ‘approximate’ , but it is not intended as being hard-hearted although it has a dark view of hope tinged by having lived through the accomplished lie of Obama’s hope and change.
So here it is in a slightly more polished form taken from within an etherpad and embedded here:
This version is from the other side of the margins, twice removed from the source.
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I am the shadow
of the shadow
of myself, the text,
the words I left
when I backed my way
forward … gather me,
won’t you? I am
that which you curate
when you leave me
behind
— loved your poems … your video is set on private so I couldn’t see … more marginalization as invisibility cloak?
Kevin
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Video reset.
Uncloaked.
My wake,
my smoke,
my echo
to your shadow.
We edge
as ever
to the infinite
margin.