Our neighbor across the street is a big sports fan. We see banners and flags in front of his house and windows whenever there is an occasion to cheer the 49ers or the Giants. Since we don’t subscribe to Comcast anymore, Dore goes over to his house to see if he can watch one of the crucial games with him.
“No,” our neighbor says, “I prefer to watch the game by myself. But I’m curious, do you have regular seance at your house?”
He has noticed that once a month people come into our house at a certain time and leave after four hours.
“You’re definitely welcome to join us, ” said Dore, ” if you like poetry.”
How quaint, I thought, for our neighbor to think that we hold seances at our house.
“SESSIONS” AT THE POETRY HOTEL
Fr. séance “a sitting,” a “session,” from seoir “to sit,” from L. sedere
Poetry
Raises the dead
And praises them
La Clara
Holds “sessions”
At which dead words
Come alive again:
Haints,
Spook speech.
Logos,
Sd Spicer,
= “Low
Ghosts”:
Listen
As THEY
breathe
Hooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo