Don McKay & the syrinx of speed

Ode to My Carby Don McKay As if. As if it oiled your idlenotions, machined,massaged them till there was noclunk no hand me that spanner nocrank 'er over.As if motor were simply the syrinx of speed as ifmovie movie all you ever have to pay is your attention, focuson the docudrama in the windshield, stay tunedto the hummingbird who hums in the accelerator, in the cylindersthe six brave heart attacks are singing and the clutchperforms the sigh with which the lovers shift into                                                                       more comfortablepositions:                there.Something has come from nothing, as ifa handful of its blackberries had beengathered. Something in a toothdeserves to speak in tongues. Something in a consonantattends its vowels, as ifminuet. Synchromesh.Momentum. Here lies the precisemystery of transmission.                                                             in Apparatus (McClelland & Stewart, 1997)