Tuesday, May 22, 2012

Great Regulars: Money becomes a dream,

a property of the subconscious. In a rapid alchemy, the abstract and seeming opposites "work and lust" are transmuted into "metal and paper"--money at its most tactile. Spreadsheets certainly can look like flattened office blocks, and in the poem they build them, nocturnally and in secret--"Even after closing time . . ."

from Carol Rumens: The Guardian: Poem of the week: City Boy by Peter Daniels


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