Academic journal article Chicago Review

Amtrak New York-Montreal, January 24, 1974

Academic journal article Chicago Review

Amtrak New York-Montreal, January 24, 1974

Article excerpt

First I shivered like a switch on water

because of the "chain of accidents." The second

thought was: I'd like to be at least as systematic

as Swedenborg. Was the frame clear?

I accepted it, even if all layers of my body

didn't yet go through the groove?

Immediately after-I've seen it in a flash-

the angels are censorship and fog, only

a field of space that drags you in the middle.

They paled quickly and glued in a lump.

I sensed physical arms, they gently seized me

under my armpits. The air droned, but not

as if the hard body would pierce through it, it was as if

someone would drag me through milk. They all

expected me, although my physical presence

was noticed only gradually. First the old ones,

then those of middle-age, then the young.

As if someone widened their visual field

with the rheostat. Some of them

let me know, they were carrots; their skin

was scratched off, already on earth. Some of them

felt vividly that they only had to go head first

through the waterfall. I was interested

who selected them to be here, but my thought

died away, they stopped it, I couldn't utter it.

Stopping it was like a drop falling in water

expanding in circles. Clear waves, I traveled

with them. A compact lump (above my head)

licked me and flooded me with pathos and delight. …

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