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I am re-reading The House of Leaves, something I rarely do with books. Much time needs to pass, details forgotten for a while before the curiosity within me is risen again to opened once read pages again. But it has been known to happen. This time around I am particularly paying more attention to “The Pelican Poems”, which I frankly ignored the first time around. They are all interesting, for sure, but among them I have found one that tonight–or should I say this morning–seems singularly delicious:

Pelican’s Ratiocination of Erring Recurrence in
Correspondence He Just Left Behind

With forgetful ease
the forgotten tease
of shapeless days
pass by
and I feel them hesitate
sometimes
and whisper their concordance
of slight gestures in glass.

They are mine
and drift still with the irregularity
of wine and doors
in constructed mythologies
of evening reflections
long since gone by.

– For Johanna in Rome
August 14, 1988

Credit on that, of course, goes to the gifted, Mark Z. Danielewski, as far as I am aware.

-Fco.