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ESCAPE LITERATURE by Beate Sigriddaughter The world is all that is the case.             - Ludwig Wittgenstein She laughed and held out her arms to him.                          - Nora Roberts  There’s Wittgenstein, and he will take youon semantic roller-coasterdips of language to that magic placeof intellectual self-pleasure. Youmight even go all the wayto nirvana. It’s only a synapse furtherup the reality escape: a steelcontraption all the way to heaven,radiating ice across existence. Then there is Nora Roberts’ lushcaress with feather brush desire tostay here, embrace, and celebratelife, samsara, untilyou wonder whythey call this escape for thosewho prefer to not go with the masterexodus of Wittgenstein’s Houdini fans,dancing on logistics into nothingness,respectably in Finnegan’s wake. Until the question begs itself:Who exactly does the escaping? Originally published in Borderlands Texas Poetry Review Fall/Winter 2007.

ESCAPE LITERATURE by Beate Sigriddaughter

The world is all that is the case.
             - Ludwig Wittgenstein

She laughed and held out her arms to him.
                          - Nora Roberts 

There’s Wittgenstein, and he will take you
on semantic roller-coaster
dips of language to that magic place
of intellectual self-pleasure. You
might even go all the way
to nirvana. It’s only a synapse further
up the reality escape: a steel
contraption all the way to heaven,
radiating ice across existence.

Then there is Nora Roberts’ lush
caress with feather brush desire to
stay here, embrace, and celebrate
life, samsara, until
you wonder why
they call this escape for those
who prefer to not go with the master
exodus of Wittgenstein’s Houdini fans,
dancing on logistics into nothingness,
respectably in Finnegan’s wake. Until

the question begs itself:
Who exactly does the escaping?

Originally published in Borderlands Texas Poetry Review Fall/Winter 2007.

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