The Poem Brut #11 – 56, 189 & other poems
a cauliflower
in the wick
portended rain
In the 11th of The Poem Brut series, new poetry by Imogen Reid.
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So my friend is talking about the stars and the city lights and kind of spinning his wheels on that stuff. And I’m tuning him out, looking at something else in a different browser tab, some shoes I’m thinking about buying. And I’m only half listening to his voice–
By Kaj Tanaka.
Chancing Repetition
There is something unmistakable about a double take: that sudden claim of interest in an object initially clocked without much ado–a face peripherally scanned, maybe a voice overheard, one almost too familiar to be attended at first. The ordinary thing become peculiar, significant. An uncanny kind of recognition; an awkward one, tentative or unreliable, a misrecognition, even. Perhaps it was the face of someone you had hoped to see, or feared you might. In any case, we double take when we suspect something is worth a second look, however casual, patient, or risky. Voluntarily or not, we enquire further.
Christian Coppa reviews ‘A Certain Sense of Order’ by tick tock.