An afternoon class in Classics
changes the way you approach texts
while the gravel trail bloats
big cats on fat bikes
waiting to find out what it all means
beginning with Shall we begin?
as we begin Frances O'Connor's Emily
with more isms to latch onto
sprung from the sibs' paracosms
to embellish the autofictions of those
in the boarded-up storefronts of no-no
disputing the biopic tag
with sex, drugs, rock n roll
and a downplay of collaboration
ignoring Emily's diary paper . . .
And behind the embellishments
The facts in the case of . . .
You walk the walk for more words
using the Index of First Lines
to guide googling only to return
cache full of purple waywardisms
as if you had trod the moors . . .
Then on to the myth hands in pockets
parlaying passcodes at transfer stations
to level the playing field
for odysseyites bused to the soundstage . . .
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| Antonio Palmerini |