Friday, April 3, 2020

The Siren Cell


“I have seen the best minds of my generation
clunking into buildings and strolling into traffic
wandering the streets looking for an angry fix —
more likes, more followers, better-looking faces on the dating apps.
Called away. I am always called away:
whatever is not in my presence
more filled with hope and promise
than what is in my presence.
Guilty, I have lain with my beloved
unable to resist the beep and brrring
the breaking news, the time and temperature.”

—Lynn Levin, poet, from “Song of My Cell Phone,” The American Journal of Poetry, 2020


Editorial Comment: Tag me on FB, willya, so I can ‘like’ that?




Dissonance — How to reconcile this with the ambient sense of dread of the coronavirus? Be well, friends.


    
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