Contrapuntal. Christopher Kondrich

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СКАЧАТЬ Book Three

       As I walk through the door to the lab, I am continuously repositioned before the threshold.

       I hear one of my colleagues say my name in recognition.

       I was about to put a check mark next to the name on my list of the patient who I just met with.

       The vials

       T could have side effects the parent company imagined, effects that were

       I remember pointing to the graphs with my red laser, directing attention from one part of the graph to another by moving the red dot of the laser from one area to another,

       We didn’t know exactly what we were looking for, we didn’t know how the abnormality would present itself, in what sector, in what form, on what day—

       At one time,

       One man admitted that T made him feel.

       I remember cleaning out my desk, rearranging my things

       Time has oxidized to a dull green. Those given a placebo have

       Book Four

       Lying awake

       You can’t resolve any issue

       We need the mind to know

       Because the body is an

       He was in the process

       Having recalled

       I was making headway

       Tim was taking T

       I didn’t know that

       Though you must linger

       I’m not there yet, nor

       What was disappointing

       You have to choose

       If I chose the Bösendorfer,

       Perhaps we were led

       In Beethoven’s time,

       I couldn’t dawdle.

       We have a greater capacity

       Acknowledgments

       About the Author

       Free Verse Editions

      Sometimes a ghost entered my heart and I could feel, and some-times phrases entered my mind and I could speak, with reason. But never was I able to stay a man long enough to remain him.

      — Jeff Clark, “Napoleonette”

      Whatever we do on the piano is a collection of illusions.

      — András Schiff

      So I take my hand,

      and even though I know my hand,

      I know I know it,

      it feels like your hand.

      I take it but I’m tired.

      I know I’m tired because I squeeze

      what I see between my eyelids.

      Then I dream that your mind is mine.

      I dream that I secure it

      with my end of the rope.

      I wake while saying

      that what I say is the truth,

      that you should believe me

      because I say it.

      Book One

      If there’s one thing

      I remember apart

      from all other things,

      that I remember it

      is astounding to me

      though maybe not

      to Tim who I recounted

      this to before I left,

      I recounted that you

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