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Telekinesis

Author(s): Melissa Kwasny


Source: Columbia: A Journal of Literature and Art, No. 48 (2011), p. 1
Published by: Columbia: A Journal of Literature and Art
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Telekinesis

by Melissa Kwasny

Over there, someone is buying a velvet scarf, pronouncing


the words spring willow, dream. Over there, they are sleeping,
the buds. White sash round the sky-blue waist of earth, glitterwater of the lake we have come to see. (How beautiful ' a student

says to the visitor named green after the unseasonably dry and
brown winter.) Phalanx after phalanx, the snow geese rise from

the lake's sheen, then disappear as they hit the surface. The
shadows under the hills each proclaiming I am hill. Relax. The
land will greet each of us. The head will lift only so high. I am
worried for you, my friend, who are not as happy as me. Your
symptoms I can feel in the distance. How you stood in my yard

long past the time I had gone to bed, looking up at the stars,
which made you dizzy. The sky is further away than you think, is it

not, mamai the son asks near the end of Beckett's novel, and the
mother answers, devastatingly, no. It is precisely as far away as it
appears to be.

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