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Tuesday, April 23, 2002
slow pan
By Paul Ford
Slow pan: meaning a cooking pan moving less quickly than its brethren? Or a cloven-hooved deity moving in a post-Bacchanalian morning fog? A langorous excoriation of a product floating around some freenet, hiding from the medco agents which are seek to chase all shreds of its fragmented data-being and devour it? Or the tracking of a camera as it moves from left to right or right to left - well definitely that. I am not one for puns, but it's interesting to note what words hooked my eye, where my mind took a spin around the dictionary, slow pan. The word slow in particular is what grabbed me, and I'm not sure if I'm back in slow or where it is, after all that's happened. You could have told me that I'd started out slow.
And it is the slow I'm looking for, coming here, to New York from Roosevelt Displacement, Rosey Dee. “That is where I wish I were, in the slow with which to go.” From The Farmer McGregor's, a band of like orphans playing out near me.
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