Cutting-up Atlantis (Two)

The voyage is still touristic now, Voices, baggage, Anyone who travels sees others Every object a word There is more than a literal transcription Who knows where meaning. magic carpet of cold. (the place does not matter) prototype—in a mirror— we city people What does it mean? Travel is the life knee, a poem, a fiction distant, obscure And then you ask language, the record we make ___________________________________ 

Cut-up of an original text by Louis Dudek, Atlantis, Delta Canada, Montreal, 1967