AUTISM: A POEM
. . . . . XVI. The Art of Memory
First he lists the digits, numerals
. . . . . tied together in his mind like ivory
beads for keeping count on a rosary.
. . . . . He knows intimately those figures
most cannot fathom, has memorized
. . . . . pi to thousands of places. He claims
he visualizes the numbers printed
. . . . . as columns of cuneiform characters
posed in pictures seen on a tinted
. . . . . screen, perhaps in the way Cezanne
celebrated nature’s abstract gifts
. . . . . by suddenly delivering vivid imagery,
broad lush brush strokes imitating
. . . . . its right angles and the vibrant tones
or those blunt shapes of dull stones,
. . . . . discovering true hues of shrubbery,
finding bright lines of sunshine, light
. . . . . lsliding over slopes of shadowy hills.
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