Daniel Bosch “Nocturnal Transmission with Imagery as Attachment”

My Friend Annie once sent me this poem. I recently found it again. 


Nocturnal Transmission with Imagery as Attachment

I keep sending: I can’t believe
You really didn’t love me,
But I don’t believe it.
I do believe. I was alone
In love. And now, alone, I grieve it.

Even my return key is depressed.
I miss you. But I miss my doubt
More fiercely: Doubt made love possible.
Doubtless I loved you, but, conversely,
I cannot doubt my love was misaddressed.

The system’s mailer-daemon can admit
It’s ignorant, so who am I not to?
I don’t know you. I never did,
Or when I did, I didn’t want to.
The Internet just sped up all this shit.

My programming makes it so damn
Easy: it’s as if it knows
I’ll keep forming these attachments–
That I’ll point and I’ll click and I’ll
Virtually believe, especially at 3 a.m.

It’s a kind of faith, a way of slowing down
The accelerated pace of modern
Love–the dubious consumer consumed
By keystrokes like “shift” and “control”
And the dim afterglow which love presumes.

by Daniel Bosch


One Response to “Daniel Bosch “Nocturnal Transmission with Imagery as Attachment””

  1. daniel bosch Says:

    it’s wonderful to have one’s words anywhere near vermeer’s
    view of delft…even if the pixellated connections are only virtual.
    gracias, marielisa

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