Monday, July 24, 2006

Roots of Shroud

Vacation Day 1, 2006 -- At home quite near the great lake, the signals came through the night -- masked in the murk - dark secrete sparks would speak as I sat out back and watched. While cicadas in the trees radioed their cryptic presumptions; while sleeping monarchs with their intentions prayed to the great up yonder.

Back in the day signals were electronic, electrical, hydraulic, pneumatic –but not yet a memory web for a robot insect army. I heard feedback. And echo. On many nights the Zenith like a fireside. I would star through the holes in the radio’s backside. I saw feedback, wondering at tubes -- the glass vacuum tubes, were golden with hot filament lights radiant.

The Midnight Special would come in from Chicago …

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