Now you see me, now you don’t

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The baboon Maggie is counting her fingers
Again and again
She seems to arrive at four
Her glance seeks her audience
Tentatively? Desperately?
There is something about this abstraction
that will not become concrete


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The man’s face is almost entirely skin
skin, pores in the skin, and skin
The mouth is speaking and speaking, without
a sound. Smiling, smiling. Suddenly
we become anxious about something we
cannot hear

Now you see me, now you don’t

Now you see me, now you don’t

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Bavianen Maggie tél fingrane sine
Om igjen og om igjen
Ho kjem visst til fire
Blikket hennar søker tilskodaren
Forsiktig? Fortvila?
Det er noe ved denne abstraksjonen
som ikkje vil bli konkret


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Mannsansiktet er nesten berre hud
hud, hudporer og hud
Munnen snakkar og snakkar, utan
ein lyd. Smiler, smiler. Plutseleg
blir vi urolege over noe vi
ikkje høyrer