20.3 Elevator poem
There is no room for carwreck. The doors disobey; the ropes do the dancing. Think of it: to take time omits no one. Mountains and garbage take time becoming. The elevator goes slow, gaping and...
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Love this: I cannot admire the claustrophobic. I spent a lot of time in crowded elevators last week! At AWP, the Chicago Hilton. But got to share one ride with Margaret Atwood!
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it took me awhile to associate "car" with elevator, and when I did, it all came together. the elevator car has much strange beauty to it: like the classic movie-theatre with ancient balconies vs the...
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What A. said. I still didn't get car ref in L1 until she explained it :-) gaping and swallowing every floor. I like the general idea here as well as the specific poem. Watching people interact with...
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