NVN Wednesday: TO A CHORUS OF TEARS
by Tom Bauer
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It seems inevitable his eyes would look like that singing that song, effulgent with yearning for things lost, as the river weaves towards the past. Reminds me of cartoon eyebrows, pointed in an inverted ‘V’, like a tent, anguished peaks over wounded disks, singing what might be the saddest song ever made. An invisible step leads to this next question, on foot, an actual physical object moving in space, in the moment of space, not merely that moment witnessed onscreen, a moment now in the past, outside this one, this moment here with the keyboard, the echo, the cat on the radiator nesting his head. Are we free? As time waves out, are we free? Free of the pain, the breath, the trees and light? For it seems we are not free on earth, to choose to run or fight, to give or take, we are in moments welded to our choices, fixed outside freedom, choosing what we must. So are we free, then, when we die? Is that it?
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tom bauer lives in montreal with his sons and plays boardgames.