Fragments Pieced from a Letter in a Bottle
… as in Brueghel’s design, the surface barely perturbed, conceding only a discreet and motionless pair of legs. This, too, a triumph of the Old Master — a vista drawn wider than its namesake, the canvas stretched beyond the tension of some hollow and undergirding principle. For old Pieter understood that containers occupy a higher echelon than their contents, as in the constant pressure of the bottle-cap keeping the hiss from escaping the cola, preserving its pop. Or that same bottle with a letter nestled in its core, enclosing it, eliding its form, floating into the shape of a castaway’s trope. The missive commands speculation only because it is found in the tautness of the bottle, delivered by the non-agency of the tide, tumbling in its glassy contours like a Venus emerging from the bone-white ridges of her scallop-shell. Meaning emerges simply, like the accretion of calcium in the heart of the mollusk — shaped around detritus, putting into form the skittering of the body against the chaff of that which it encounters. Or like this: the cryptic reading of sea-foam as it splits and swirls around some barely-there disturbance, a pair of legs dropped abruptly from the sky. Anurak Saelaow Anurak Saelaow is a Singaporean poet and writer. His work has been published or is forthcoming in Cha: An Asian Literary Journal, Hayden's Ferry Review, Quarterly Literary Review Singapore, Eunoia Review, and Ceriph Magazine, amongst other places. He is the author of one chapbook, Schema (The Operating System, 2015), and holds a BA in creative writing and English from Columbia University.
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