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This poem is taken from PN Review 229, Volume 42 Number 5, May - June 2016.

Scanner Adam Heardman
Drawing your attention to the number of frames

Per second, we turn the Muybridge-sequence each way,

Thinking of the difference between ‘metres’ and ‘metres-per-second’.

Like no faces you’ve ever seen before, the faces

In Jacques-Louis David’s unfinished Oath in the Tennis Court (1790–4)

Are torn on to their nudes, riffing on aspects of conjugation,

Of confluence. ‘Look at how the never-living differ

From the dead’, you said, ‘and this other fine mess

You were about to have gotten me into’. Bit by bit

We unmade sense, and all the other kinds of trouble

You were about to have gotten me into. ‘Bit by bit,

From the dead’, you said, ‘and this other fine mess

Of confluence.’ Look at how the never-living differ,

Are torn onto their nudes, riffing on aspects of conjugation,

In Jacques-Louis David’s unfinished Oath in the Tennis Court (1790–4),

Like no faces you’ve ever seen. Before the faces,
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