CONJUNCTIONS: A Web Exclusive
When the Mimes Left for Paris
|road:||fissure opening lengthwise|
|gypsies:||descendants of fog|
|dogs:||forays from ditches, howling|
|hayricks:||confidence men & pagan|
|poplars:||silken garments kept in trunks|
The man with a bear came up to the carriage. He called out and the bear stood on its legs and pawed at the wood, mewling.
|fable:||a weakness of the heart in children, treatment unknown|
|bandit:||spice used to preserve gamey meat|
|jewelry:||combustible root-stuff found under trees|
|teeth:||tethers upon the month, related to spandrel|
|humor:||a Gaelic shell in which the sea cannot be heard|
O Moon bearing salt, O Salt-bermed Moon, hanging crooked from the sky, fulgent, full of untold influence!
|pathos:||a look back over your shoulder|
|stormclouds:||congregants of evangelical fervor|
|plow:||to believe in night, to practice sorcery|
|earth:||measure of music, tuned to welkin|
|culture:||labial common in old languages|
He had five Pomeranians he had taught various tricks. They wore bells around their necks that tinkled as the carriage bore over the rough road.
|barter:||foreigner caught without passports|
|silver:||girl of winsome smile|
|handshake:||forgotten testimony of dreams|
|shadows:||where the skiff bands rest|
|river:||desire, incalculable in math|
He called himself Telemachus. I found him with his “telecamera” trained upon the shores at daybreak—
|twilight:||danger and shuffling|
|passage:||linnet glen and bone-fire lit|
|ground:||when the clock is broken, when alone|
|drizzle:||happenstance, as in waking|
|steeples:||seldom, if ever, anywhere but the horizon|
The old wheels sluiced through suck-mud. The barber, hearing of her disorder, prescribed a phlebotomy.
|history:||localizing effect, contingent upon water|
|brutal:||mountains empty of bears|
|hilt:||where you are, at any given time, in relation to death|
|sanctity:||figure of speech of antique use|
|advent:||diamond, or a gown of cotton lilies|
A lone figure with lion medallion stopped the carriage. He performed a satirical skit on what he said was being played in Paris those very days. No one knew. He clambered into the carriage; the women gripped their jewelry, and the man with the Pomeranians hazarded a smile.