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Before all
--Spinoza wrote--Senhal recalled--
        even none must yield to reason.
              The philosophy of a lens grinder,
                 who works good by what
                    is winnowed
                    away, eats sin with the glass dust
                       & the divided rainbow,
                          understands lucidity
                            as a fatal tax.
                            His miracles ended
                          where they could be imagined without
   But what can be imagined without amazement?
           Grammar solves a set of hexes; so does glamour.
                & even the known species smarts with wonder
                    when magnified to a certain power.
   Who would glimmer with it, that pain alambiquee,
           given the power to polish
               the astonished shellac from the engine?
                    (Engine, from ingenium,
 a talent or device.)
   For this failed attempt, Pandora--
          first of all automatons--incurred a curse.
   When the sun struck the statue of Memon,
          the liminal air went weak in the knees,
                  hazed with all manner of melody.
   Among the contrivances of Ctesibius:
          a blackbird that sang when a gout of water
              was crushed into its beak, a mechanical woman
                      who could quaff wine from a trick kylix.
   The artificer Yan Shi delighted King Mu of Zhou
      with a lewd seducer, actually an android,
         whose charm offensive could be stalled
            by the simple expedient
                of removing its heart
                    (so its mouth could not speak),
                             its liver
                    (so its eyes could not see),
                             and its kidneys
                    (so its legs could not walk).
   Spring-loaded horses, bamboo magpies,
       the swift echec!
 of the Mechanical Turk.
             All this so that the enemy might sleep, soundly
                  as Mr. Rochester in the burning bed?
   Love, lay down your autoharp.
      Leave the orchestrion scrolls furled tight
            in their corduroy cases.
                  The lighter & the lantern we keep
                      but only till we cannot help it
                           & Sinope winks out of sight below
                                                the separating circle.
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Author:Porte, Rebecca Ariel
Article Type:Poem
Date:Mar 22, 2019
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