Lyric, says Ariel, is the barcode of the dead.
It mourns us into dreaming.
But to be given over to the other
is as smoke from an arrow.
or music out of a goblet of apples
when all the guests have gone home.
Sunday, January 15, 2012
Pritchett's poem Lyrics for the Lost Book of Ariel is “for Tim Morton.” It's been a while since I've read this—Patrick showed me the draft many years ago. Now I'm reading it in his book Gnostic Frequencies. Check out this bit: