Jonathan Ball: EX MACHINA: Excerpts

[06]



Any device that transmits or modifies energy. [02]



Any device used to perform a specialized task. [10]



Any device to which the word is applied. [27]



Something torn apart, into separate parts. [05]



A confusion to which all is aligned. [11]

 

 

[07]



It is all a dream. [28]



An angel arrives. [49]



Reinforcements penetrate. [38]



They are defeated by a virus. [12]



You are a character in this book. [39]



What you forgot, that which now saves you. [16]



The author intervenes. [54]



[ ]s appear, borne on metal wings. [15]

 

 



[63]



My spine is broken. [01]



My ribs are splayed open like wings. [64]

 

 

[48]



If only I knew what you wanted. [29]



If only I could fashion it. [45]



There would be singing and whirring in the streets. [17]



These broken hands moving, turning over. [04]



The living metal, the riven flesh. [35]



The risen stone, the shriven God. [59]

 

 

[49]



The eyes, windows. [34]



Stained glass. [24]



Light behind the screen. [22]



The cliché that you call your soul. [63]

 

 

[50]



The poem is not written by machines. [36]



It is the root, the cause of machines. [17]



As the book does not birth the poem, but is its vessel in the world. [15]



Clothing the Word in flesh, so that it might finally die. [63]

 

 

[51]



The poem is not written by the author. [52]



It is the root, the cause of authors. [57]



Like a virus moving inside your skull. [43]



To eat, and grow, and change. [61]