"Space Is Not Merely a Background for Events. But Possesses an Autonomous Structure."-A. Einstein

POETRY

by Alan Dugan
As an individual penance when my nothing speaks
I dial the car radio on to overlapping bands
late at night, and do the stations of the breath
in one place, although the car moves at the speed of sleep.
American distances come out of the machine as one noise
fouling the time of air with wastes of speech and music
unhearable in unseeable space except mechanically
transformed by static to pollution of one’s observational ears.
Then I can say to my nothing talking to itself.
“Listen to what is going on! This night atmosphere
is an articulate structure of lousy music and lies.
What do you say, why bother, who’s driving, what’s right?”