for Alan Turing
1.
there are things about myself I cannot decode
here I am in the tube, Croxley, Watford, at the end
of the line
here I am at the cinema, the reels rotating too fast
the audience sees him enter the bedroom, wipe a tear off her cheek
a deep kiss
I can hear the wheels turning
I want to see each frame, to analyze each movement that brought them here – somewhere
on a dusty shelf in a cinema in a dream is the reel of my life
here I am under the lamp, clamping down the film, cutting and splicing
the piece I want to show you is a very small piece of the whole
I will tell you when it’s done
2.
inside each of my cells is a double helical polyalphabetic cipher
which is to say the enigma is inside me
which is to say the enigma is inside me like god
which is to say like god the enigma is inside me
like inside me is a tesseract, intractable
this is hard to explain
3.
the world is full of adversaries
like rolodexes of shifting characters
wired to rotate when you touch them
to output a different signal every time
when I saw him outside the cinema
it was like perfect logic, like winning a war
taking him home
circuitry synched, looking under the doormat of god
and finding a master key
all our pins tumbling over together
it was a pleasure, my complete undoing
4.
there are things about myself I cannot decode
here I am, poison on my tongue, the deep sleep
dreams of the tesseract, the enigma, the god
still alive inside me, all rotor rings and notches
all spinning, slowing down
here I am at the controls playing back snatches of signal
from a wire sound asleep on the ocean floor
there were small pieces
I wanted you
to see
—
Jack McGavick is a graduate of the University of Virginia, where he studied English and secondary education. He has taught both fiction and poetry at the Young Writers Workshop at Sweet Briar College (formerly at UVa). He currently lives in Austin, TX, where he teaches English and social studies at American YouthWorks, a dropout recovery charter school.
Jack,
that is a very interesting poem. I don’t get some of it but get the basic idea. Hope you are well. Ali & I would like to visit you tis spring. When is a good time?
What a superb panegyric for Alan Turing. I read this poem on the day that Her Majesty Elizabeth II symbolically extended royal approval for gay marriage. Alan Turing was “chemically castrated” by Great Britain for homosexuality not that many years ago.
When I read “tesseract” I saw a mind in a box in a box in a box. All imagery came forward.
Very nice work, Mr. McGavick.