#115 ‘Propeller’
When Marcel Duchamp walked in
to the Aeronautics Salon of the Grand
Palais
in Paris in 1912
he saw a creamy new propeller on display
and remarked,
technology now surpasses art.
Several thousand people every year
find their heads explode as they stroll
unaware into one of these sublimely made
invisibly spinning blades.
The invisible art of the propeller
keeps us airborne for hour after hour
skipping cloud to cloud on prayers and
thermal bumps
up and down the sky’s unseen towers—
no wires,
our heads full of hope and floating light
on the white trembling tips of those
nacelle wings
hung on the frightful miraculous beauty
of a perfectly invisible technology.
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