A response to Steve Reich's piece of the same name.
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His is a country which will not be high.
Slight scenery repeats: a single line,
defining levels details underlie.
Sound seen in other light: an anodyne
to motion-blindness, heightened states —
as if its pointfulness were riverine,
to flow but not to go—it iterates
the question, where? until the final, why?
If you have any comments on this poem, Philip Quinlan
would be pleased to hear from you.