Poetry

“That Writing in an Empty Room Feels Like Money Wasted” and “Money Being” by Shane McCrae

Our poetry editor, Joe Pan, has selected a poem by Shane McCrae for his series that brings original poetry to the screens of Hyperallergic readers.

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Robert Polidori, “Enfilade, Salle les princes royales, (86) ANR.02.004, Salles du XVII, Alle du Nord – 1er Etage” (2010), Kodak Endura print mounted to Dibond, at Edwynn Houk Gallery (photo Hrag Vartanian/Hyperallergic)
Robert Polidori, “Enfilade, Salle les princes royales, (86) ANR.02.004, Salles du XVII, Alle du Nord – 1er Etage” (2010), Kodak Endura print mounted to Dibond, at Edwynn Houk Gallery (photo Hrag Vartanian/Hyperallergic)

That Writing in an Empty Room Feels Like Money Wasted

 

The heavy pastness of

Money drags even

back ideas

from the timeless present Lord / Of their conception

into money’s present past     / Or if I had more money would it not feel even present gone

I write Lord from the living room

Where also Lord I write

My daughter now in bed

 

Lord I have said     or say it now

Or said and say it now     / Time is not money

being in     time is money     / Thinking in time is money

Writing in time is money and

having an audience any

audience feels like money coming back

I have to Lord believe / It would

and does

 

It will come back and bring me back

 

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Money Being

 

I seeing say the world but money comes between

Always the name of the thing and the thing itself     / A second garden interrupting

 

Lord     / The naming of the world

A second garden Lord and as the first

 

No locus of creation money being

Instead the place in which I found myself already Lord created     money being

 

The place from which I speak    the already Lord created     into being

Lord money re-inscribes

 

No god itself     / But where I go

To be with and to hide from God

 

You     / I name the world from where I hide from You

Lord money being     the name that calls

 

the living to life

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