Screen Reader Mode Icon Check SCREEN READER MODE to make this survey compatible with screen readers. EXIT [ I always talk about poetry as if being in a room -- OK Question Title * This is how I have been trained - at least;It is usually a white room: bright salt dark cobalt blue, rich mineral soil Clear i We adjusted the number you entered based on the slider’s scale. OK Question Title * I am usually alone in that room But like salt, or cobalt, you have been here before, andlike you, others: OK Question Title * We all leave traces; sweet water, monkey form, form, or not.Some of us disappear into the Earth inside a little and turquoise box, with vintage yet millennial pink flowers around the edge into a progress bar, mint green [below] into a cycle [or circle] of completion OK Question Title * Some of us are made to disappear: OK Question Title * What does it mean to disappear?Does it look like this? ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------- -------------- --- OK Question Title * Or like this? . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . OK Question Title * Or was it this? I never liked pears; they are gritty. A mouthful of syrup and sand. di di I never liked pears; they are gritty. A mouthful of syrup and sand. sap sap I never liked pears; they are gritty. A mouthful of syrup and sand. pear pear I never liked pears; they are gritty. A mouthful of syrup and sand. ed ed I never liked pears; they are gritty. A mouthful of syrup and sand. OK Question Title * Or this? "Spain l u ch truth commis ion to probe Franco-era crim s (...) The Sp nish gov r m nt s ys t it wll open n st mtd 1,200 mass graves." " s y mor t 100,000 of F ’s fr m e vil war n its aft rmt r m n buried unmarked graves cr ss pain — f g re, t Amnesty International." "S ain s sa d t b s c nd y t w n c s to ‘missing’ persons." mass graves OK Question Title * How do you make someone disappear? Where do you take them? What do you tell them? What do you do with their hands, their feet, their teeth? There's hundreds of thousands of hands and feet buried under freeways, damns and playgrounds in my country [These green teeth will never be collected] OK Question Title * I sometimes think about poetry as if[formed or formless or form]those hundredsthose thousandswere not traces, were diamonds with Lucy, were true saltwere something close to baby sky hue,and no more buried cobaltblue][Alex Saum] and you: OK DISAPPEAR