Entry 1026 — “The Last Ellipsis”
I’ve been putting together another of my columns for Small Press Review. Half of it is devoted to Marton Koppany’s Addenda, from which I took the piece below, “The Last Ellipsis.
I didn’t have room to be brilliant about it in my column, so brought it here. I won’t tell you what word it contains three writings of, just that the cursive does spell a word, one whose obviousness is a main reason the work is as funny as it is. It’s a tricky puzzle, but–solved–tells you what’s what almost stupidly. It shows you what’s what, too, in the process doing quite a bit more than what it tells you it’s doing, if you think–and feel–a proper way into its tile, for look at the ellipsis’s final sad struggle; reflect on its inability to state itself in some formal font. Beyond that, though, consider how barely it expresses itself–not showing itself as it is, but only weakly describing itself with abstract words. Alone, cut off from whatever it may have helping die into nothingness. BUT NOT GIVING UP! LEAVING PROOF THAT IT WAS HERE!
(Note, a primary reason I like Marton’s poems as much as I do is because of how much they make one think–but only after, and along with, how effectively they make you feel, both sensually and emotionally.)
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