When I Was Your Age (Best of “Hubris”)

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Speculative Friction

By Claire Bateman

“. . . there used to be something between units of information that was not itself information this substance was so exquisite so fine-spun that we were altogether oblivious to its presence . . .”—By Claire Bateman

Now when we are lonely as we are always lonely it’s because we miss the free space.

Now when we are lonely as we are always lonely it’s because we miss the free space.

Claire BatemanGREENVILLE South Carolina—(Weekly Hubris)—December 19, 2016—

when I was your age

there used to be something between units of information that was not itself information this substance was so exquisite so fine-spun that we were altogether oblivious to its presence it possessed inexplicable powers it could part to let a thought pass through and then close behind it without making the sheerest sound it transported millions of glances and gazes without entanglement there is no doubt that this era which lasted throughout most of history was the most wondrous of times now when we are lonely as we are always lonely it’s because we miss the free space even those of us who were born after it was already gone a few people claim we can bring it back by getting rid of a whole lot of information but of course there’s no place to send the information to others say the space must originally have come from somewhere so all we have to do is go get more of it even if we have to destroy whatever country claims it as their own still others hope that whatever it is that we’re inside of the galaxy the universe reality itself is imperceptibly expanding so that the space will at some point naturally spring up everywhere taking up the slack of course I don’t know if any of this is possible and I don’t know if even once during all those years someone might have noticed it and treated it gently or at least respectfully looking into it instead of only at it or away

Note: An earlier version of this poem appeared in Mudlark No. 44 (2011): http://www.unf.edu/mudlark/mudlark44/bateman_11.html

The photograph used to illustrate this poem derives from http://onelittleamericankiwi.blogspot.com/2011/05/flying-kiwi-solo-expedition-walk-with.html

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About Claire Bateman

Claire Bateman’s books include Scape (New Issues Poetry & Prose); Locals (Serving House Books), The Bicycle Slow Race (Wesleyan University Press), Friction (Eighth Mountain Poetry Prize), At The Funeral Of The Ether (Ninety-Six Press, Furman University), Clumsy (New Issues Poetry & Prose), Leap (New Issues), and Coronolgy (Etruscan Press). She has been awarded Individual Artist Fellowships from the National Endowment for the Arts, the Tennessee Arts Commission, and the Surdna Foundation, as well as two Pushcart Prizes and the New Millennium Writings 40th Anniversary Poetry Prize. She has taught at Clemson University, the Greenville Fine Arts Center, and various workshops and conferences such as Bread Loaf and Mount Holyoke. She lives in Greenville, SC. (Please see Bateman's amazon.com Author's Page for links to all her publications.)
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One Response to When I Was Your Age (Best of “Hubris”)

  1. Anita Sullivan says:

    I love this, Claire, I keep coming back to read it again. So true! One of my New Year’s Resolutions: to buy another of your books. Thank you!

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