What Direction Now? Life at the intersection…

Driving Lines


How did I never know until today that Nissan made a car called “the Stanza” (though I heard long ago of the Versa from those episodes of Heroes when Hiro had yet to go to the future to learn better English)? And now I wonder where all of the other poetic vehicles are: the Saturn Synecdoche, the Mazda Metaphor, the Isuzu Iamb, or the Toyota Trochee? In keeping with this latter form, one might dream up the Audi Alliteration, that is, until some smart guy came by and suggested that an Acura Assonance might be more apropos. Of course, Nissan Stanza fits neither of those forms and doesn’t even rhyme…unless you’re British when you pronounce the second word. In the end, is it absurd or perhaps simply cheap to call a car a moving poetic body—much less so than a bird, maybe, or a tree, a butterfly, the ocean, the sky or even the romance of the open road, all of these naturally apt for poesy, ready and revving even, if I may (you may not!), but is a lowly auto somehow lacking in proper depth to drive a foot or meter in a line or two? And on the side, is it irony, Anna, to have written the word “stanza” so many times here and go on to write it several more, but never actually use the true form of that word in this work (and dare even I call this “poetic”)? Back on topic, if every car could be a stanza, is a traffic jam a stretching epic poem filled with noise and drone and rage—is the road then the page on which it is written, or simply the scene on which it all plays out? (If questions have no answers to balance the equation are they truly questions or rather are they statements of supposed superiority in cleverness and intellect, or maybe they’re some sort of passive-aggressive interjections, quite exclamations to keep us moving and learning—but even that has so much ego!—returning to the point through a secret back door…) Does the Metaphor leak and fall apart? Would the Trochee move more quickly than the Iamb, and which of the two would feature faux wood panels on the side? Is Synecdoche too clunky for popular parlance with me and all of the other common tongues stumbling about? And did those car-makers at Nissan who chose to name their new wheels “Stanza” realize the worry and nightmare they might cause today as I only tried to mindlessly make my way through the parking lot for yet another loop?
And I can’t help but ask myself how much I let the fear take the wheel and steer…

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What Direction Now? Life at the intersection…

About Andrew.

Andrew Cartwright grew up in Indianapolis, IN, but has lived over the years in such places as Denver, CO; Fairfax, VA; and Rivne, Ukraine. He is a former nonfiction editor for both Indiana Review and phoebe; he has also worked for the intersectional feminist journal, So To Speak, and the national literary magazine, Electric Literature. His work has appeared in The Normal School Online, Copper Nickel, Esquire Ukraine, Literary Hub, and Word Riot.

For more information about me and links to other writing, visit my author page at cartwriter.com