paperback rider 5: transmission line theory


To keep the librarian Millie happy, a library employee has agreed to do some writing. His chosen topic is transmission line theory. Part 1 is here.

Our life’s within our skin,
squeeze me to my broken bones,
I’m still outside of you,
a part of your exterior,
your shared illusion.

Beyond the gates and through the door,
over my glasses and behind my eyes,
a cozy inner planet spins.

Although we do our best,
we’re all imperfect on the inside:
convoluted angels, antipodean demons
and unnamed peccadilloes,
curled up on the bed or hiding
underneath the lounge.

But what if our internal landscape
is less than congruent with the world?

A purely hypothetical someone
might believe that they’re adorable,
a tail-wagging puppy,
yet find their only friend’s a talking clock.

At this point Millie nodded.
It’s just turned midnight, but do go on.

If the mismatch with reality’s severe,
if our inner world is fanciful and fragile,
transmissions will be reflected
at the interface.

To strangers in the realm beyond,
we become a mirror, all intimation
and shallow imitation,
while our caged canary thoughts
are trapped inside our skull.

You’re not my friend, are you?

Are the canaries asking?

to continue

Peccaries, armadillos and the hybrid peccadillo species are often confused, so the wood ducks tell me.

borrow me (part above)  An original B&W drawing by Tamaya Garner transformed with VEE, the Visual Evolution Engine.

44 thoughts on “paperback rider 5: transmission line theory

  1. “Our life’s within our skin, squeeze me to my broken bones”
    “over my glasses and behind my eyes, a cozy inner planet spins”

    I could go on and on. You have this unique ability to connect words that hold a multitude of thoughts and images Steve. I may have said this before, in our fast-paced world where often we find ourselves with small bits of personal time while waiting for a go train or 15 minutes on a break. You create a sci-fi novel within one to three poems. It baffles and delights me, how you do this. You are giving us back time to read when we felt we may have lost it.
    We should never allow ourselves to get so busy that we don’t also feed our mind and soul.
    Love collaborating with you.

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  2. Very poignant… That MIllie is so pragmatic. I like this description: convoluted angels, antipodean demons and unnamed peccadilloes. I can certainly relate. Pretty cool art work. And I love the title! AND I learned a new word: antipodean. Your work stretches me! In a good way. 🙂

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    • Thank you and thank you, BG. With the relating, me too, those little peccadilloes scurrying around everywhere.

      Hoping to organise more artwork with Tamaya in the future.

      A lot of Australians are familiar with Antipodeans, because it’s us. 🙂 Not so common now, but people used to call Australia and New Zealand the Antipodes.

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  3. If our insides get all mixed up with the outside(s), we’ll have no idea who/what we are vs. who/what we aren’t. Ah yes, the notion of self vs. other is just an illusion.

    This part is profound and witty all at once:
    “A purely hypothetical someone
    might believe that they’re adorable,
    a tail-wagging puppy,
    yet find their only friend’s a talking clock.”

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    • Thanks, Margarisa. I agree, we do need a boundary. I was going to extend this piece, but to save time I’m now trying to shorten my posts. I think that if there is a severe disconnect with reality, there is the mirror from the outside, but on the inside, the reflections cause fractures, and the self tends to disintegrate.

      Of course, this theory is based on impedance matching in transmission lines so there is absolutely no reason for it to be true. 😸

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  4. The thing I love about your poetry is the unique invention of it all. Nobody else writes like this. You always have something fresh and unexpected to say. Thank you for this Steve.

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  5. The transmission line theory does not disappoint, Steve. I enjoyed reading this thoroughly. Librarians, and those students of yours, should really have a better appreciation of, and contemplate on, the sag and tension of transmission lines as the ultimate work/life philosophy. But perhaps, Millie already knows this? 😉 😊

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  6. I love your latest poem especially of us being not more than other people’s fantasies of ourselves, but when will Millie demonstrate her reality.I can’t wait! The picture is delightful. Incidentally, I can spell reality, but I the computer is telling me I can’t.! Thank you for this Steve. I really enjoy your work.

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    • Thanks, Margaret. I’m also wondering about Millie.

      I think that in our relationships with other people, we have to have models, ideas of who they are, and we base those, in a sense, on ourselves. Where those ideas are between fantasy and reality is sometimes hard to know.

      I find that with spell checks as well, I mean “parameloscopic” seems perfectly fine to me. Hahaha.

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