Appealing to vertigo
Begin again–– before the fall. Turning and returning––the mind spins like a child to feel the euphoria of dizziness. Too close to the edge, I try to warn, back away from there! But vertigo is its own draw. The weight of seeming sanity is enough to inspire a preference for the vantage afforded by dizziness. There is sight beyond seeing, but no words for what it is.
Recollections of spinning season.
High on spun sugar, sit and spin art; merry-go-round the world, all fall down. Ring around the bathtub, spin the top, the wheel, the bottle. Blindfold now, three turns and pin the tail. Ferris wheel, tilt-a-whirl, pinwheel ice cream, to everything, turn, take your turn, it’s coming. Here is the season of the whirligig, kaleidoscopic dreams of the widening gyre, helicopter hats and flying cars, the end of history, where is the falconer now? Find your pillow, watch the spinning fan.
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I don’t know how it got in there, but I woke up with the song “Dizzy” in my head. As a child of the 80’s-90’s, my in-head version is sort of a mash up between the Vic Reeves & The Wonder Stuff take and the original by Tommy Roe. Also on the mind: memories of childhood, and Yeats.
