Sonnets To JenniCam I, 3

April 9, 1996

A cam can do it. How do you expect a man to squeeze on through the wire and follow? His mind would split. Where eyeballs intersect, you won't find any temple to Apollo. True Seeing, as it teaches, isn't wanting, isn't wooing Jenni just to win her hand; no, Seeing's Being. For the cam, not daunting. But when are we? When does it deign to scan her heat and heart into our being-sight? It isn't that you lust for her, not if the surging juices crowd your loins - that trance, a passing fancy, will not last the night. To see in truth's a different view. A glyph. A blur. A quiver in the cam. A glance.

San Jose, September 30, 1998

In addition to being a tribute to Jenni, this poem is also a satire of R. M. Rilke's "Sonnets to Orpheus I, 3".