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Jim Murdoch
Observer Effect V
Ephemeral should be the default – Evan Spiegel
I said,
“This is wrong”
and they said,
“No, it just is,”
and I said,
“I understand,”
and I did, ishly,
“But isness isn’t
a valid method of
mensuration.
Presence, maybe.”
“You mean being?”
they said,
“Isn’t that another
way of ising?”
And I said,
“What?” and then
“Oh,” and then
“Ah!” and then I
hmmed for a bit
by which time
everything had
all gone a bit
mooty and wasy
anyway.
Jim Murdoch: Scot, gatophile, honorary woman, classical music aficionado, novelist and producer of half-to-three-quarter-(and-occasionally-actually-fully)-decent poems for over half a century.
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