It snowed along the night, piled up
to just beneath the window sills,
mostly printouts, black and white,
so we shaped an outdoor dining set
of ink and paper, and took our morning coffee
on the balcony.
Orchilla dearest, you fill my thoughts
with wasted words
that I will not share with you.
And yet for lunch, as a special surprise,
I shall prepare spaghetti macramé al dente.
By way of a reply, Orchilla read from a tabletop page.
In the time of waning, when the lenses fall
with their diopter truth, I will dream of you,
a desiccated raindrop in an empty storm of words.
While I firmly boiled and knotted
each spaghetti strand,
I kept an eye on dear Orchilla
with my patented x-ray vision.
She’d collected several pages from the dining set,
and in the top-floor bedroom
with a small dog looking on,
she twisted them and set alight the tapers,
watched the ashen flurries blackening the bed sheets.
The postman used a plow to reach our door,
and rang the doorbell in multiplicitous disdain.
I had a letter, I’m afraid I lost it,
but by good fortune, I’ve memorized its contents.
He struck a pose and began his recitation.
Quite shy you are, Renato, yet as helpful as a rabbit,
and I’ll not forget our meeting in the forest
beneath the slowly hanging gardens.
So no more games, my love,
it’s you and me together,
the knight and queen of boardwalk blues,
strutting on the tiles to the corner triple word scores.
I was taken aback.
Although our dog might call himself Renato
in his mind, your letter was most surely
for another addressee.
The postman mimed intense concern.
No-one sorts the letters except for Les and Rodney,
though I do recall a Benford Street address.
Benford Street, I mused, is a preface to infinity
where nothing is enumerated.
The homes themselves are odd or partly even.
The leaves and leaflets swirled in a sudden gust,
and a second dawn, a firestorm, bled into the sky.
- W B Yeats “The Madness of King Goll” and “To an Isle in the Water” in Crossways 1889
- Terry Pratchett, Going Postal 2004
- Renato put in an appearance here
- Benford’s law: with first digits in street numbers, for example, the ones are far more common than any other digit; this happens because streets have varying finite lengths.
Entropica video, from VEE, the visual evolution engine, with EMMA, an entropy min-max add-on, and some whales. EMMA adjusts entropy (detail) as the image evolves. Video is low res but best at HD 720p.