Margins
The scribbled thoughts in the margins of literature—personal essays, literary drift, and sideways glances at language and form.
FORECAST: MOSTLY UNCERTAIN WITH A CHANCE OF MEANING
FORECAST: MOSTLY UNCERTAIN WITH A CHANCE OF MEANING
by Leonid Tchah
I have been saving weather reports for thirty years. Not for the weather. For the syntax. This is what they say.
a found poem, assembled from public forecasts
FORECAST: MOSTLY UNCERTAIN WITH A CHANCE OF MEANING
by Leonid Tchah
I have been saving weather reports for thirty years. Not for the weather. For the syntax. This is what they say.
a found poem, assembled from public forecasts
Patchy fog before 9am. Otherwise mostly sunny.
Isolated thunderstorms likely after midnight.
Confidence is low.
Areas of dense fog. Otherwise, not much going on.
A slight chance of showers and thunderstorms, mainly after 2am.
Hazardous conditions possible.
Winds could occasionally gust over 60 miles per hour.
Some storms may be severe.
The air does not care what you had planned.
Locally dense fog in the morning, then again
not much going on.
Confidence remains low.
This is the only honest literature left.
— L. Tchah