(Abol Froushan, trans.)
Read this line white
A bit black this one I’m reading white
I am all dressed in black
Please return to the first line
Confess you heard something from Nothing Write!
When you return to the next line cross it out
In the notebook that ended last night
The rubber is on the last line
of the poem that composed the old readers pick it up
Rub out this whole page white
And the next few pages too oh I don’t know!
If you could dress me in white
Rub out all my lines
Then you could white-read me
Except when you reach the dead end
of this notebook
Again write Nothing!
I’m all in black
Just rub out all the rubber
Except on my last remaining line please write me
No! cross me out No! I cross out
Read more of Ali’s work on his new-minted page in dm xlviii ~ bel ennui ~