In the mellow library nothing gets excited. Fig. 1 and Fig. 2 from Engineering become bored and decide to visit Poetry. But they can’t find it! Poetry, fed up with the flatline energy of this library, has climbed out a window. Which they first had to break as it wouldn’t open.
So Poetry is on the roof of the hospital next door. The various poets, released from the gelid aspic of the Mellow Library, have commenced to argue about – oh, about anything: what is the sky really telling us? Is there hope for breakfast? Has T. S. Eliot finally died?
Meanwhile Fig. 1 and Fig. 2 are lost on an endless stairway and can’t tell if they’re going up or down. Fig 1 says “This is hardly mellow!” and Fig. 2 replies “It’s not at all what I had in mind.”
Big fat novels covered in dust are now blocking the stairs. Where did they come from? This expedition has turned frightening, so Fig. 1 and Fig. 2 retrace their steps (up or down? who cares?) and return to the calm sanctuary of Engineering. Which is about to be invaded by a hybrid creation composed of Escher’s aesthetic and Goedel’s Theorem.
Theoretical Mathematics and Modern Art have found each other due to a shelving error, and the Mellow Library is doomed.
Kyla Houbolt, relocated to an island in the PNW, is still writing weird stuff. You can find some of it on her linktree, here: linktr.ee/luaz_poet, where you can also find ordering info for her two chapbooks, Dawn’s Fool at Ice Floe Press, and Tuned at CCCP Chapbooks. A third chapbook, Surviving Death, is forthcoming from Broken Spine. She also has a full length manuscript currently seeking a publisher. Kyla is on Twitter @luaz_poet.