Maurice Green, the Fastest Man Alive, Is Asked the Secret of His Success/Harriet Tubman
Sheehan, Julie
Maurice Greene, the Fastest Man Alive, Is Asked the Secret of His Success He answers almost before the question's out, neither jumping the gun, nor waiting around for the undulation of...
...Day dwindles to inertia, a closed door impeding even second-hand light...
...Freedom...
...Julie Sheehan...
...Patience is at last what it takes to win the hundred-yard dash...
...Harriet Tubman Lights out at nine, Mother says...
...I feel the shape of the book I'm reading against my thighs like Moses' tablets scraped with words, transgressive words, feeding a justice disobedient as fire...
...I have plans, Harriet Tubman, for my escape: flashlight, blanket, book...
...I charge, staying put...
...I am not now what I will be when dependency is outgrown-or will it outgrow me, the book I'm reading yield to other slavers: money, duty...
...It's nine-ish but as always I'm dying to finish the book I'm reading...
...This urge to meet the upward lilts of questions, to train them with trochaic ankle weights, this deliberative slash toward finishing things is over in a flash: Patience, he says...
...as always nine comes at some delicious passage-Harriet Tubman breaking out...
...Maurice Greene, the Fastest Man Alive, Is Asked the Secret of His Success He answers almost before the question's out, neither jumping the gun, nor waiting around for the undulation of sound to lap him, but, surging on the still moment of the thought's articulation, he foots the border of start and stop...
Vol. 129 • December 2002 • No. 22
