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Segues George Looney In the midst of a hand of seven-card stud, your cards shit & you down to your last few chips, almost but not yet tapped out, without meaning to you find yourself thinking of your father’s bemused ghost. The last time you saw him alive, your father stared for hours at a wall as white & blank as a screen in a theatre before the movie. What film might your father have been watching that day in the nursing home, so enraptured? Maybe an old film noir, a grainy black & white, the music almost a hymn sung by a choir of stuttering women who aren’t sure of the note they are stuck on & want to get past it enough to have forgotten it. A smoky back room of some mundane & marginal business, four men overwhelmed by seedy gray tones playing poker, a near-empty whiskey bottle one man purses his lips & blows across 153 to produce an almost ghostly whistle, a single note that segues into a tune you’d swear you recognize as Sinatra, though you can’t say what it is. You are seeing this from the point of view of the man who’s http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png Prairie Schooner University of Nebraska Press

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Abstract

George Looney In the midst of a hand of seven-card stud, your cards shit & you down to your last few chips, almost but not yet tapped out, without meaning to you find yourself thinking of your father’s bemused ghost. The last time you saw him alive, your father stared for hours at a wall as white & blank as a screen in a theatre before the movie. What film might your father have been watching that day in the nursing home, so enraptured? Maybe an old film noir, a grainy black & white, the music almost a hymn sung by a choir of stuttering women who aren’t sure of the note they are stuck on & want to get past it enough to have forgotten it. A smoky back room of some mundane & marginal business, four men overwhelmed by seedy gray tones playing poker, a near-empty whiskey bottle one man purses his lips & blows across 153 to produce an almost ghostly whistle, a single note that segues into a tune you’d swear you recognize as Sinatra, though you can’t say what it is. You are seeing this from the point of view of the man who’s

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Prairie SchoonerUniversity of Nebraska Press

Published: Dec 21, 2019

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