| Father of Punctuation
In moments between preoccupations, in those pauses
punctured by the sound of malm being ground up
by bricklayers, or by the scolding magpies, or by
Paula praying quietly with her garnet beads—
the click and suspirations—he swabs his brow and
thinks about what sets apart one interval from another:
how a specific point must be molded into significance;
how each phase of an Idea must be syncopated, or
rotated, isolated or expanded, until its complexity
rings as clear as brook water enshrined in a chalice.
And so he devises a system of symbols to serve as
toggles and bridles, pulleys and beams, sutures, store
houses, stopgaps, funnels, fonts, ferrules, pipe joints,
flasks, flashing, stoups, basins, hinges, splines,
lids, signposts, road markers, chain links, spindles,
faucets, footbridges, ducts, channels and frets, braces,
gears, mauls and gavels, girders and girdles, brackets,
clasps and gridirons, tiepins, torques and tourniquets.
But he must strive to make his symbols swift
and supple, like swallows’ wings, economical in
stroke, uniform in use, non-ornamental, plain.
The marginalia of his pages bespeak his toil,
littered with the dashed off tokens, teardrop
shapes, cryptographic crescents, quaint codes
and puzzling ciphers of his mind’s hieroglyphic
quest for shapely marks, some which signal when
to stop, where to pause, how one thought unites
another, or how it subdivides itself, or multiplies
its meaning, or terminates a ponderous question.
It takes him years to divine this system which
neatly supersedes Greek’s network. How precisely
he lays out the deft marks—solidus, hyphen and punctus,
a doubled virgula suspensiva, ampersand, subscript,
vinculum, ivy-leafed hedera, parentheses, and last—
the philosophical, obscure economy of the ellipses.
He looks up from his fine labors: the night sky
blackly mirrors back to him the roiling galaxy
of quaking stars, fossil planets, the broadlit swath of
the Milky Way—all glowing ornaments of God’s mind.
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