Filed under: Glory, glory, glory
A lovely project around Cambridge has poetry encoded in numeric code. When the poem is good, this leads to a lovely sensation of just learning to read for the first time while decoding the poem, if you start from the beginning; so the meaning of the poem settles in one word at a time.
I also have to thank this ‘cambridge codex’ project for choosing an awesome name (being partial to codices myself), and for introducing me to a delightful caesura-filled sonnet by Danielle Georges.
how
to play godzilla: imagine
Danielle Legros Georges
each
sand-grain on the baseball field: a man
woman, or child; each grass-blade: a building,
a bank, a school before the war; your hands
turned reptilian; your dorsal fin filling in;
each scale a stunning; grey plate of armor.
Shake yourself from the sea