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Rules of Seven

I have my own obsession with the number seven as seen in the past few poems that I’ve published (mostly in the New and Observer — thanks Marcy Rice for choosing them), but this post is about the now vanished public and yet stealth art project that appeared on the doors and windows of the old Chapel Hill Bus Station called “Seven Windows, Seven Doors.”
I left here hoping to escape
Sally took Tucker and me out on Thanksgiving Day to shoot pictures of the silhouettes on plywood. Since Sally had first seen the art, the demolition of the building had begun and so chainlink fences kept us from getting as close and clear images as we would have liked. Still, the little Pentax Optio did a good job considering. Now you can see the art even though the demolition has begun in earnest. And read Sally’s blog entry.
Brian Russell did a podcast interview with one of the creators, Matt Robinson, at and Ruby Sinreich posted an entry on to which Matt has commented in an essay that explains a bit about each image.


  1. Where was the closest bus station prior to 1947?

  2. Eerie. I’ve been working on a book based on the number 137. Actually, not eerie. Part of my fascination with numbers like 1, 3, 7, 37, and 13 is that our brains seem somehow wired for them. They resonate. 137 is all over physics; Shakespeare wrote 37 plays; a confounding variable is always the third; seven days in a week; the number 13 scares people. Feynman says 137 is the number, not 42; 42 merely captures the spaces between the digits; the number seven appears 137 times in the book of revelations, and so on. I’ve been hooked poetically on Fibonacci for years but 137 and its constituents and permutations seems just so loaded.

  3. Yes, there is something more to numbers than meets the eye. I am surrounded by the number 4! Do check out my blog on numerology:)

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