by Carl Santoro
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The cardinal and the exact number of blades is illogically hypnotic.
Wonderful use of perspective and repetition. Jarring and creepy. Love it.
This kinda sorta has its own logic.
Very cool mediation on boredom. I hate that I've felt this way before haha.
Reads to me more as the capture of a moment of contentment suddenly enlivened by the flash of the red bird, which would have remained unseen if he speaker weren't exactly where he was.
(though "through the opening" can only be read by me as the bird entering the kitchen...perhaps a different verb?)
Entering kitchen, no.
"in perfect alignment between
blades 16 & 17." Any better?
And *this* may be odd, but I find your wife and daughter also being defined by the title, which they might not appreciate... ;-)
I like the provocation between title and content. And I liked the ambiguity of that through bit, how in the moment it certainly might enter the kitchen but then we find out no, that's not the truth here, at least not today. *
You are coloring our lives with your engine-new-ity!
Love, "ling grrrr'd"
Thank you, Sina, for your kind words on "The Red Slit".