up north 5 part 5 - 1980 october-november  work & days: a lifetime journal project

[alternative edited version]
[daily record]

21 October 1979

In a kitchen, candlelight or kerosene, open the door and fall to the floor, tall Diana in a long black coat very smiling, bright-eyed without glasses. Come back to her house.

Remembered this dream when I saw Diana in the dictionary.

Hunt, virginity and the moon: identified with the Greek Artemis.

Head under the cover. It's very talky when I'm first there. Both stoves, bathwater. Scratching head. Back into studying but not deep, racing and noting. Sense of wrestling in old times' questions someone has solved, but voracious interest in anything around Pound. Packing, the different quality when it's her record of last winter, that finds itself a story, and I turn the book to my end, and it matches where she left off. Icicle.

The walk at the first warm. The man in cap. "Do I know you?" I like how it was said, social but not unlike thinking.

On the way home it's uphill heavier against an ice wind. The man who stops hasn't looked away from his telephone conversation.

House small Chinese with yellow. From the road, will I cut across. Loose tilled ground. Ideal earth, black nearly clean dirt, nothing but black particles. Ears hurting. Weak. Straight toward the house. Arrive thinking Thoacdien, synchronicity.

Snow.

with a small flask of grape juice and a small cup, pretending to be a drunken writer. [Jam as a child]

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[journal]

malachite - green

turquoise
 
topos
 
if I overlaid cloud ground plants' movement at a certain time
twilight
 
memory of desperate girl who married herself
shelf of the lotophagoi
aerial, cut in the aether
and beneath: the clear bones, far down
 
is the bull still behind me, in the way I
require to be fucked
 
that rose from parisina's
counterpane    (and)
 
moves, with each semicolon
further into memory
 
I have come too late to a condition of doubt
excited ambition
that nature iterates on successive planes
the mental series tallies with the material series

to write visions overlaying?

thanks for the raft

translating the accompaniment

aim of driving the reader's perception further
the relations are more important than the things they relate
iconographic     ground-plan
reticular    (net)    "aspect of language"
refract into multivalency
that sex is hidden to enchant
polysemy     semos sign
the notion of writing eg the sense of itself
repressed
"to bring attention to"
 
it's to look at movements in world
it's to look at movements in language
is it my own or given
while I refer someone behind me is declaring
 
listening into the swan gabble blabber
for a line of voice
 
the bright silk of sunlight
pours down
    particular buddhist yellow at a particular angle

thoacdien     'timing'     synchronicity

1. (want to know)
"hell if I know"     who knows who doesn't
what's too small or too large to 'know'
but is registered
while I refer, someone behind me is declaring
the utterance knows, if we don't
the compendium of faculties
 
successive and simultaneous
sentence and whether there is a certain way of doing something
as seen : as explained
exist. to stand forth

the whole delicate substance of speech (in print)

the whole delicate substance of earth

microscopic

the frog's sound seen     overlapped
anticipated     "there is half an hour of this on tape"
1. 2. 3.         instant replay
4. the whole delicate substance of speech
pictures
suspend pictures in the frame
when something is suppressed bring it in again at the point where it would be
 
all life and nature in terms of planes and bounding lines
science fiction    ie fantasy linguistics
hymns hymnos song ode aoide
excited
if a high thing is made and used as food, pattern, then does it make energy for other than itself

if the two are: the one who looks ahead and the one who goes around behind

the separate active intelligence of every spiritual individual, his holy spirit, a direct bond with the pleroma

morning songs     dawn language

what kind of space of love making

take. space and images

    bright moon light         water tastes like
snow

in history    taking a territory to work    he decided poetry    that gave him other    what I do undecided is women    I don't want to belong to 'writing' in this time    but the social if I have to be means giving what I can do    she decided her own time, and what that brought    ambition is urgency that the time should be struggle    wanting to sharpen    woke this morning pain and fluster, ah, the change    moon?     sharpen and energize    what do I want to learn    an artificial    no    something to push against    varies.    think.

they liked felt the fish paragraph delight

SAPPHO                    HILDEGARD

the circulating     circuit     circum ire
that the convent could be diffuse     conventus     assembly
circuit traveling    school

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[daily record]

22

See it's clear. Even color. Two birds, doing what? Whut in the eaves, looking for something. The grass and weeds out front are rimed. It's brown, silver and straw. Fine work. Sun comes up behind the spruce. First see it. Pink in the crown forks. Get up happy. Fires. Housework, sweeping, chopping, fetching water, making tea, putting away, an hour and a half. Helmer will come, and does before the tea's drunk. Jeans with broken zipper.

The mountains standing up big triangles.

The smaller beaver. "Usually you never see a beaver in the daytime, but ...."

"I don't want to hear it Helmer" [about killing beaver]. The difficulty of saying it and the strength of the feeling. I can't talk. He helps.

Boxes at Connally's. He weighs them with his arm.

The clear and cold day. Newsweek why. A painting, Self portrait with Patricia Preece. [Stanley Spencer exhibition review]

Betty Jo thin and wall-eyed smiling blindly.

Borggedahl, "You limp a little too." Stainless steel, it's cemented into the bone.

Lake's sky blue with swans.
The drive's smell of leaves.
Highway had bords texture of cookie dough, sugar lard flour.

Folded laundry out of the mailbag. Fires. Work notes from past time here. Blue pages for you. Copy for her. Chopping wood for bread fire. Think: contest. Like the collection. Very evasive with you. Is it PT intervening. Can't look at your face. What ashamed of.

Bread and cooked carrots. File of letters. What I did now, already done and forgotten. Done in own voice. Pound's and your notes. There's a sense of strain, effects, when I do it. Power moon.

Air not cold but ice in the basin. Grass stiff.

Anything could be true, ie it could be hypnosis by an unknown ugliness. Like, ugly like, American politicians.

Newsweek Iran, Iraq, South Africa exploding a nuclear. Mad little countries. If I don't give thought to it, will it not be. The way there are so few deaths around me.

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[journal]

Letters to her almost no response. I've sent you beginnings you don't use. You don't work or send back. Only sexual drama. In person you reply neatly.

In letters I begin conventionally, then the second move surprises. Contempt - admiration. You edit.
 
I was designing an angel upon certain tablets
I turned to my work, that is, the drawing of an angel ('s face)
 
Rhyme, reference     signals to other men to admire, without nourishing except ambition
If nourishing is essential and admiring is a distraction for the inessential
Ambition but not toward admiration would be what

Why can't I think like this

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25 October

The --- was let out, cow or bull, prize, the best, in the next corner field his/her mate could come (we were telling) to find him or her after a long separation, but as if the mate's human, does that make him or her the master of the beasts?

Letter from Olivia to her mother, did you and my father ? - something. "Wages working in pubs are ." "Did you work in a pub? Which?" And so far off the road. And mud. More like a telephone call.

Wrapped tape around a stick (kindling) to fuck myself while the two of them. He gets in under the covers. "Shall we be like engaged people?" He doesn't know what I mean.

We can just touch each other. Sensation of club in mouth and hand, working to move right in the mouth. Under hand it's solid but there's a fuzz of white. Is that the sensation. It's very fast. I am realizing I'm nearly fainting, or am out. At the same time wondering if that's to make us lose control, conceive. Some polleny or seed dispersal sense, visual. He rolls off and says dejected "I'm too thin." Is thin, like Keith (Light). Wonder if it's his sight. Ask "Do the other things seem to you in proportion, like stars?" "Yes." My sense of them plump full.

Wake unusually. It's dark. Sensation in my mouth of battering, just its weight. Feel down to see if I'm roused. Not at all. It was, it's true, not sexual. It was that near-fainting frenzy when there isn't heat.

This in her voice.

Early a sense of the dark man-god devil-like, a question whether it was, some plan. Wake, think of Pan in the Findhorn book.

Looking through the west window crouched toward a neighbour coming from chores to the back door of his shed. Move so he can't see me. The Coleman with Aladdin chimney, upper part smashes back so valve is destroyed with the fire blazing up although the knob is at off. Take it outside, blow it out, but then through the kitchen window see sparks in the grass. Will we have to wake.

ping     the point and then sphere
is there a limit where light fades out by attenuation
what I try to know and can't
 
the light table     that blue
inferred light what I think of as in the air     lines
reflected light     light on things
brilliant points we think of as sources
what makes light possible. theory. atomic change. burning. change in the order of vibration. movement of bits.
 
principle of radiation     principle of rotation
clouds     how many layers
light-blue

Could I make a film version of light metaphysics.

If history then struggle to know everything known.

Have to distinguish myself with a known work.

He made himself immortal and then died.

"I'll see what I can make of this"     in the tradition.

        (I have a chance.)

It isn't my tradition     and I have no chance in it.

There'll be feminist enthusiasms but women will always sell out to men.     Why.     Because they haven't enough androgen? That makes me an outcaste without possible tradition except the narrow line. I'd be glad if that narrow     line. It's true it's enough.

In 'nature' there's no exclusion. An equal experience.

Iamblichus. On the mysteries of the Egyptians and Chaldeans and Assyrians

Replies that the gods surround and comprehend selves, prayer is the mode in which they act on us.

The fire is their sign, is most clearly excited in prayer. Vehemently seeks what is similar to itself, and becomes copulated to perfection itself.

quietly snowing     at the pump     around the pump     the many, all the, dot impacts, on dry grass turned blades
from the window     silence
hello lovely winter     light
 
w inter
win terwheat     win ter wire     wi er
 
in the list     the sound     I heard the world at winter wheat, is it the slightness of the w
a divination by eduction of light through substances
having prepared the wall
prophetesses could speak after drinking water at certain
divination preparation to be aware
an atmosphere of sacred
 
phantastikon     the filmy shell
gold green & blue             red
scan             for possibilities
 
it doesn't improve but has different material
every pertinent measurement somehow entails the sun
 
intelligent to know what they want
the struggle for the widest historical mind is what mood
ambition, to measure by what's around
to go about looking for votes

for a future or not

glare azure of water, cold-welter, close cover

votive lights set adrift

deliberated writing: it's     what about it
I only object to not being included, and that my line isn't
diffident     away to trust
to have no place
can I get a music class?
residua of sounds     play against the
elaboration of echo

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continued:

let the wind speak, that is

strong air

hear the roots speaking

needing to keep loved bits

it will clump

I would erect a statue to Artemis

the grey stone posts

the turf clear as on hills under light

    Ou tis

they spoke of Elias in telling the tales of Odysseus

pool, sea, sky

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Pound and DR     politics of fame and influence
journeys and home life     house life

hardly have time to make series

learning to think in those years

though our local foreseeings are inaccurate we remain attentive

gestures of sentences work like overlapping planes
wrote by the dozens, consolidating this discovery

began to know what was going on

need not take learning to see: universal signs

in nature there is no father except where there's a mother
and beyond them, vast

a geomancer's perception

planetary imagination if history then

Kenner and HD
outrageous, and wd it
be worth warring     but
looking at him     who'd want
him as enemy

learned long ago, from Arnault, of assonance and internal rhyme

a choice among the measures

humming singing             via lactea clear and shallow
                                                        no
the star fields of arcturus
to arrange something so I can spend my time with people talking about what's alive
penetrating sympathy     but if they can't stand it     they must become me
 
cultural inheritance     thoacdien    (again)
and Levy

set about patterning the air with forms

always had (old eyes)

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take movies to start
a cheaper way? [to Portugal] Seattle - London - hitch - (walk) - France - Spain
in the length of time it takes to earn

the weight of a soul able to be saved or damned

beetles who could grow out of their bodies menacing spikes and throw up on top of their heads sinister headdresses, overnight

as soon as he was aware of his genius, a series of stratagems to safeguard it

I don't know how this kind of work really works. the way it's praised makes it seem something that reassures experiences that they are things.
making it doesn't. god's seal on the cunt.
knowing how to be conscious and wracked     wruin     to stretch     racked     wraec punishment
or rack of clouds
except if it transfers energetic accurate (quality) mind

history is having it all to look at and choose from

or system of successful personality

she addresses things he calls that a safe game

(not in preserving the vision but in devising an abstract equivalent)

his sense of crafting     it's rank
being on the line
refusing to let anyone think she's writing unless she's doing that
if she's competing in that way, then savagery     tension     perverse relaxing
for what     for the sense of pushing     compacting    forehead

squirming     it's not possible to do anything     galls me

"I'm going to learn everything you know."
"It will destroy you."

that I've given you something

watch for despair

a place from which: a platform     the raft
it can't be

criticism and energy

for comma     had been thinking what is this pointed putting-down
for comma double space
he made an outer record
coma - for hair, foliage, grass, standing corn, indifferently
 
something else spoke and said the hand's mistake is not an obvious message     if you're interested in slips I'll speak to you in slips
speak     say who you are

so is language a way to talk to god     or not     and if so

Peeing into washbasin on the floor, seat is down in water, he comes in, I say go away (more syllables), he ignores me, is over by the bed, where Judy's sleeping. He's nervous, did Judy come in late, I'm irritated he's jealous for her, "No I came in late, she was asleep when I came in."

He isn't going so I get out of the washbasin while he's there but looking the other way. Judy when she wakes (later) is telling (I see it) the dance she was at. "She was the only one who kept" running aside "between dances" to hoist up her petticoats. I still don't know what kind of dance it was. Then I see her in a wig and powdered face showing the steps of a dance like a galliard? minuet? Mozart era. [sketch]

Showing the books we're expected to know. Women's science fiction paperback.

A classroom with an orchestra. I start to sing. Vorrei / e non vorre-i. A man from the orchestra sings the reply smiling as if he's going to stop there, a quotation. I keep on, hear my singing vary, it goes slightly off but I recover it and am singing for love of the line. He keeps with me. Soon I'm past the words I know but am following in duet, I mean I get my music when I'm not sure of the note from his voice underneath, also the words, by a fractional delay. The music is lovely.

I'm singing with my eyes down. When we get to the next section I have an illustrated score in front of me, the man is singing alone, he's sounding from the left front. On the page, pictures of birds in a kind of parchment yellow with flowers like wallpaper. I realize he's singing them.

It comes to a moment when I think he'll stop, because there has to be a male voice reply, but - and I look up and see the men in the orchestra smiling - a man sitting facing centre fro the far right sings the response in a small but accurate tenor voice.

They're singing the words from memory, other productions they've been separately in as players.

I'm realizing the music is written as funny.

We turn the page and are looking at music written in the form of propositions? Laid out as in (Descartes) philosophy or law? [sketch] Typed capitals headed by numbers. They've begun to sing the changed music when the (conductor) judge sitting in the rear centre says in the way of --- from the hearings, I think I have to stop you there, and, genial, comments. I've never heard that section sung. The man on the right - I'm sitting on a desk - says, as if to me, "since the time we projected we should turn off the lights and sing in the dark." I say that would be amazing, conscious of the weakness in that conventional word.

Wake into bedroom, warm bed, air not too cold, the --- house bedroom, north-east windows, grey snowlight dark, excited I was (with) Mozart that way, say, it was real, and this here is real too but I can't call up the music I was so certainly in. The music was it and the one who'll write down the dream will have to leave out the genius because it can't be recalled in this person.

In the next sleep: Judy on his lap, I'm arranging her there, he's as if not there, or as if we're pretending he's there, invisible (dummy). I put her closer to him, wrap her arm around his neck. She grabs my head down to her (the way I felt mine yesterday). I pull it back, say I can't, like that (it has to start somewhere else), and quickly after that, flood, bloom, flux (flash flow blush)(of algae)(melt fuse) I 'come' and wonder if I can still touch her. Waking, laugh, this variant, that she invites and gets away by my rush.

The difference in time between reading and writing. I mean the compactness of what's read.

a simplicity and lightness, lack of pretentiousness, blithe confidence

Imagination before teaching:     phanopoaeia

What I saw     walking to the road: by the spacing of the tracks, the coyote     running     small chained closetracks that came out of a small hole in the snow     mouse, and snowroof on bentover grass blades     in white light corridors

And: the fine lines of crystal organization changing direction from one foot to another as if:     a microwind scouring only the surface     abrupt turns

Went back without sun, could see no lines only remarkable depth in the pile of granules.

People very attentive to animals, ie hunters, must've had visions choreographed by tracks.

the words are too big for what happens

fuse. it is a

flush. an animal out of cover

flux
achievement, pride     pervasive warm feeling
to become cleaned through     cause to glow red
flush. flash flow blush     flow or rush suddenly and copiously
flood         flourish    bloom through
orgaein to swell. onomatopeia     it's right but etymology not
organum. accompaniment or part at a consistent interval. medieval
ergon
orgy
 
love needing to tell         is the
an impassioned craft found exceptional
 
by the intimate rightness of interaction
god is concentrated attention

(an act of attention evoked)

a Lesbian form of [Greek characters] imero, I yearn

phainetai moi

thy soul
grown delicate by satieties
Attis
 
O Attis
 
I long for thy loins
I long for thy narrow breasts
thou restless, ungathered
 
in the summer of 45
among mortals         what's essential
Thoreau was         give immortality to

I've fancied that people like her, Mary, my mother, living for the afterlife, having very little life, will have an afterlife; but people like DR, Pound, Cohen, Le Guin, who decide to live and make in this life, will not have an afterlife but have a relative immortality of effect. Ie they are martyrs spread thin.

Or the same thing they've decided to cash in their souls
Which sounds like ending the cycle
Holding a reserve or not, the purple room

A binding, a having to do with, that joins in likeness, in difference and in modulation all the poem's materials, through which interactive web the syntactic movement flows, abandoning nothing: this is the deepest, the most persistent Provencal intuition.

a phonemic tune from side to side of the parchment unbroken

phone voice, phomena utterance

always in the transfer from voluntary to involuntary she suspected there was no difference between them

nor close the womb at either end

once you know something it becomes immaterial

a thousand operations functioning together with such precision within her body     complex organism elaborating in its turn each complexity

to work     upon or within the body
        with or without instruments
        to restore disunited or deficient parts
        remove diseased or injured parts
or extract foreign matter
making a change in the value or form of a quantity
magike techne
seeming control over, foresight of, natural events
by ritual         (prescribed)
invocation of supernatural abilities (agencies)
overpowering influence influx influent

in the listening is the speaking

she felt she could get her ducks in a row by spring

speaking aloud     discipline for refining of present images and generation of new

leaning back
leaning back on the sea

meanings lay in the line or maybe in the mass, but not in their interplay

look with me

the Maker     my make, obs. an equal, a mate     gemaca

macian

to weorc

deep recalls
overwash         meld     anmeldan
offer to dreamwatch
message field     enfold into the
lapse into fall-away         retrosense
the attention that flowed back to her suggested a
a pleiades     implantment
but I fell into forwardsense
to back self, a backvivid
rigged a half-power open condition, slid a monitor
to rig up a door etc
locked into x at diaphragm level
felt herself vaulted in slow motion toward -
 
when you learn to separate and see
se parare apart prepare
rifacimento

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music     drum on body and surrounding
each drummer seemed to hear the other, but heard as well a different thing         in one instant where the centre lay
she was not yet near the accents of Kore's story
the climbings     the farstretching intervals
one no one would ever hear again
orchestrating     gathering notes and intensities from all around her
arranging pitches     moving stresses back and forth
a meaning structure emerged
orchestra     dancing space     orchesthai to dance

prae gnasci

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[letter]

moon     east before night    white then yellow    in the week when it fills

starved for pound suddenly realizing he has been there for some time    or recognizing enough of what i think of what i found myself

your face little on the wall in a rectangle the shape of a train window     i am frightened to believe you can see me through it speak to it defiant     embarrassed     cheerful     i know where it comes from

we lived in a hospital last night
in jane eyre she wanted
the friend you are
charlotte when she came to the sea for
the first time     with a woman she wrote letters to all her
life and wanted to live with
stood on the shore crying bitterly
 
his womanless history

when i love your face it is never at all generic

[j's pencil: doormat, red pot, small " w/ lid, ptat peeler, clamps, oilfilter, valhalla hat]

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streaming hiss points     south track in night     where it's surrounded by sound made me think of you when you were glad to sleep there is it saying goodbye to this place making me love it     it's wednesday    car ruptured its hose, overheated     fortyfive dollars in the credit union

don't want to leave    fields at their least, the caragana wall quite open    hot night, powerful west wind

the way water and wood and even food is just there
do i have to leave    seem to be slightly packing
 
no sense of where    there's back to you or there's fifteen hundred dollars    is there a way for both
don't want to go away from    i love you outside
 
am i packing because you are
 
don't know what to do with the things here     for instance how to get them to the bus    which of yours to send
want to leave some bedding and cooking things, tools, here
there may be times to come back
but they should be things that can be left to anyone
don't want to leave     how long can the food last

you're where many heartfelt doings

should the car be abandoned     i mean sold for parts
stored    don't know         left where it is
poor broken    so little money would have kept it better

friday         i'll walk to valhalla tomorrow mail this buy milk    hope to get a ride back with some cardboard boxes

i think i must come back to you first and then find money

!    yes that's what i must do

are you glad to hear it

                                    [her pencil: yes yes yes!]
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Nell and Mardy, small devil face puppy. "Would you like to see some writing?" Inspired, we got together in it.

Betty Jo. In the truck together saw a tree with fruit. Birds. Jesse tiny informed person. "How is a breaking plow different from an ordinary plow?" "The breakin' plow has bigger knives." When I corrected him as if he were older he burst into crying. Tiny voice, "I'm so unhappy."

Large garden among the homesteading gear, old rusted combine. Milk bull. Geese voices like human shouts. Plastic greenhouse. The carrots like fodder lumps. Executing cabbage heads with curved knife. Lay them to the side and slit the neck, they drop.

The terrible cold when the sun was below bush. Betty Jo's heavy public play with Jesse. The righteous house with ugly decorations, wool owl, Australia toothbrush hanging. No helping. But so strange a misery, is it penitence for abortion? No. What could. It damped me. When home soon went to bed.

Traveling. Back to Sexsmith? A wicker display case drives past, my pots on a shelf, going to a museum I think. Pleased. It veers, a corner, I see them slide, crash. Black [sketch] woven. Dream of pots - here the memory of the dream where I was a servant.

Earlier: certain feel of dream. Train. In a place, I'm going to get off, something like Bodo. (If you survive the shock.) Them and the red car in fields at the Friesens. A man at Friesens. (Will he come.)

White porcelain for money?

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Waking on the floor not hiding from ice air. Notice cranky or belligerent, unable to read anything about Pound. J's things, in an artificial (second time today) rage about. Gather them. M comes. I'm distracted, twitchy thinking of using her for going to V, money for ticket, am not clear but murky and guilty. But get rid of the rubbish and buy apples and candles, can go on here for the weekend now.

Bitter cold, don't like its attack. Speedily pack nearly all of it. Shift table out, beds in. House has more room, fewer small things. This corner is looking like work.

Cloud work. Run out, camera, is that a front? It's gone by the time the big camera's there. I shoot anyway. Leave it running, go in for a jacket.

In her papers found the invocations I thought I'd thrown.

Seeing if the way I can't revise it will go on to something.

Yesterday and today reading letters angry how little response ever came. She doesn't catch. Out of love and cross since this working spell.

Thought of the circuit by that name.

Circuit rider visiting.

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[letter]

25 Oct
 
passionately disliking you    is it something i know or is it all this unnecessary     you bought and i now have to pack up
 
oh your pale blue ski suit yuk
 
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shl i tell you     with the shovel to the field, it's cultivated again air isn't cold    in shirt     but the water had an iced surface though it isn't midnight yet    grass is metalled, it's as if the moonlight has gone as frost directly into things without intervening cold
 
do you remember the separateness of grass leaves when they're frozen how it is to walk in the gold and silver work
 
bread fire clouded over the pantry window, through it the white    made me think of what you saw
 
something is uneasy between
 
why did you cry on the phone
 
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l large box, large blue sack
5 smaller boxes, 1 wheel, 1 big suitcase, bamboo blinds, orange foam bag
 
re: treasury branch
can't be done by me
you must write the t.b. yourself, enclosing 2 keys, saying you enclose the 2 keys and wish to surrender your box, and giving them the name and address of your bank in vancouver, to which you wish its contents to be forwarded. they will then, in the presence of 2 officers, empty your box put contents in envelope and mail it to your bank which will keep it in safekeeping for you (you must notify your bank it's coming) - yrs sincerely.
 
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no travel grant
 
6 boxes on the bus with helmer's help        books and dishes
more coming        connally gave you a good price
 
i laughed finding your small flask and cup    pretending to be a drunken writer    the story in that chinese book is coherent and lovely, including my pictures
 
dear creature, i'm coming
better or worse
 
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Different waking in warm room.

The look of white's made colors where they still are, grasses (lion) mix, underside dark green. Some of the stones melt out their shape. Scrape it off chopping block with the side of the axhead. Sunday and I can work again. Near the end of Kenner and then go back before the middle. Toast with peanut butter, that I look after breakfast. Look at my bum in the kitchen window when passing to dump washwater.

Fighting with Kenner, crosses over his nastiness about women writers, 'hating' J, writing worried what I feel about history, his paralyzing sense of rank and the fathers' lineage. Try the raft, not much there, "I could -." Sense of not having a right to try to - because I'll never know enough etc and the little efforts to find some way, imagination, not writing, anxious, but working.

The voice piece, copying thinking about punctuation or firming sense of it, I mean saying testing sense of it. Midspace period, 10 space, 2 space, comma's tail under.

Over the fight with K because he does, does, show me the poems. In 2 or 3 years she created this sort of singing.

Afternoon lake, sinks under the snow, water enters the white so dark grey. Green, coming through long green water dandelion, marsh wicker, grass straw, willow, poplar branches. Whited blue hill distance. In sky color seeps a delight to find. Blue very slightly blue. Swans loudly swarming. I get cold trying to understand what the very long loose pattern is doing, looks black, I can only tell it's swans by the length of the neck. Are they choosing this moment to say goodbye? No, but east? Several big gathers. Any group makes enthralling shifts. When it turns, when they change their order.

Now candlelight, going to wash I can hear them. Squirrel running in the wall behind. Sense of parenthesis of walls. It seems anxiously talking. Don't understand outcry when they're flying or this somewhat trilled childvoiced mass of cries. Can I make a record of the sound that way. No (on the east porch south rail) some are singing now, and someone insisting. Is that what they do at stages. Like Eskimos in small igloos, but so continuously? No. Yet I heard them sleep. I should know from the sound.

Le territoire des autres.

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They're singing, different. I wanted to know if I could record sound that way. Dream composed Mozart. Tonight from south porch they were singing like pigeons. How is singing heard. The last chapter Motz y sons, suddenly was willing to learn to hear (as if I can).

Can you tell what they're saying, said to who. Bring it to a focus so I could.

Do the necessities line up. Social to make it interesting and not be ashamed, instinct to work at making, moral, then to be free to see. Luke. I keep choosing work.

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Packed all of upstairs, the small sense said go to them for the night, no it's not sun, later, sun from under, west, it may be after Co-op hours, go anyway, alright, shoulder bag packed, journal, town clothes, greasy mud inches on the bottom of boots, left foot from heavy suddenly leaves the weight in its footprint, steps out of the weight, a lighter than bare foot. Other foot never, I kick forward an ably stiff right leg loose jerk, some flies off.

So to the road, two frightened people in a pickup. Glen Sandboe. I'm in-ane.

From the other side of the bathroom door she says they were thinking to come get me for some days building. Whoever phones, she tells, how I just knew.

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Wait, radio newsvoice, dish clicks, until the door closes behind, him. Toast with margarine.

Out to the shop, fire in the corner, white scarf, army shirt wrist-buttoned, the form and parts, excited, we're all, he's like a high-strung woman panic just held, her mother, his mother, frightened of what he's doing like I'm frightened but not panicky of my machines, nags her mistakes unable to bear his, utmost courtesy to me and I'm monitoring without rest, is he -. And if he is I'll be ready to - . Having the job to learn, parts that all have to press back exactly, the nail will drive this back, that brace doesn't need a nail, that plate should be nailed first. She has the logic fine, what she doesn't have is the sense of how her body and long 2x4s can turn in the space, small hobbit body in brown stretch pants [sketch] gallantly fitting and hammering. I monitor myself with her, taking the competence position, and the most impressive jobs. We begin to all talk easily like voices of one machine, intent on competence, we partly overlap, the outer voices say what the inner would, without seduction except the jokes. (Remarks are not.) Early coffee break, early lunch, the kind employer, will there be food I can eat -

Afternoon the structure. Nick Sieburt looking up, instead of hello, hi, curl of charm, oh, is he like that, was he before. He knows me from - benches, the room with the thin wall (window behind, three benches, small Mr Nick Sieburt Sunday school superintendent songleader, an amused but controlling sentence when I sing like a grown-up in my high soprano private hospital bed beautiful voice).

Braces between 2x8 floor joists - your basement ceiling - nailing the first side, plywood sheets, cold, wool maroon scarf over white scarf and around neck, the open southwest plain earth and wind. Evening, five geese we stop to follow, under the joists fire with scraps, watching how he's nice to Mr Nick, who brings down a 2x8 end for me to sit on. Coffee from the thermos and raspberry jam seed icing pink cake.

Strong, working energetically at their habitual mistakes, to say why and how could " ... find strange about you." "What's that," at the counter. What people have already understood.

Fast into hot water, and out, leave it for her, take over supper, phone, Adelaide, young person, woman, about the swans, curiously watch her speech ("Are you from Ontario? I know somebody from Pembroke who says eh the way you do.") (Hey? at the end of the clause.) She's writing something and can I tell her anything (called Mary, who - ). When she calls back something in the language makes me wonder - she called back to say she loved talking to me, "I can tell you love them the way I do." "I'm not sure if it's just the same way. Just a minute, I'll get a pencil."

"Do you think it's possible?" "Yes I do think it's possible, I don't know how." When I described their sounds she was most herself. "Yes. Yes." And M when I asked, "Oh, she's a grandmother."

Earlier, when I'd told her the dream, lunchtime, playing me la mano ... vorrei et non vorrei. Supper, the two Don Giovanni sections and then first side of Mozart Flute, smiling at the duet. He watched, I thought, though wouldn't look to know.

TV late, Jayne Mansfield, ie Manfrailed.

When we came in, stars, stopped on the yard to see Bear, showed her Swan and one between. She said a crown, we looked it up, Dragon.

Kitten sleeping on my hip so light bones, hardly a sensation. When I turned, one cry and a new place.

30

Wake before light, someone closes my door to let me sleep. Wait.

More truss rafters, the way he calmed and got nicer when he saw we could, I lecture her on how he takes it out of her, "He's very nervous isn't he."

Almost finish the floor, the nice knocking tongue into groove with sledge hammer and 2x4 piece, first he has to, then I grab it, and even finally let her. But not Brad, who says "Are you taking a building course at the college."

Mouskouri. Tireder. Try poetry, dead words until almost contemporary. Sense of how much more he - or are they stupidly desperately selected, Neidecker living by water.

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They firmly shut the door but I soon get up. He's sitting in the armchair, she's having breakfast at the counter, butter with this toast. "If I don't sit for a while I have trouble with my bowel," M.

5 rafters this morning, we're stiff at first, errors. Forearm hurts, her back.

Mary Sieburt, glad to stand next to her with our seats against the washing machine. "Come and sit down" in his hospitality voice. "It's not every day I can stand beside Ellie." "We should start to sing." That wasn't right: it was fine standing next to her. And then, as she goes to sit down and there isn't a place next to her so I have to sit on the other side of M, about how her voice sometimes cracks, old age. The cords, he says, aren't what they were. Eating carrot cake and having my own brewed coffee, "I don't believe in instant coffee," and eating an apple. The fight's behind us but when I get up with my cup taking it to the sink he replies to something I'd said some earlier. Hm? Does he think he notices I was left out?

Showing her how it works. "If you know you can do it, you don' have to be impressed they can do it." Both of them, quickly, that they have to have something they can impress us with. I go on in my head about how is it they have no interest in having it true.

And (yesterday) how is it a woman of my intelligence is still hoping to show I can do what any fairly stupid man - and after or behind that, what is 'stupid'? This morning I hear him in my voice when I talk to her.

Something obvious she doesn't see.

Saying about them: they don't know each other enough to know what the other knows or doesn't. How is it.

The inefficiency of his hierarchy, how he doesn't get information his computer needs.

Setting up the wall, when a corner's wrong, watching his panic begin and increase, thinking panic is what it always was. Howcome I didn't know how hard these things are for him. (But last night in almost dark, two of us nailing.) When he had Joe Farnsworth, the men are the ones you have to sell the women for, his remarks, starting to get a concealed obvious contempt, "Alright boys, six o'clock." "It's not six o'clock until this is done" I say, knocking him back. Willing to scrap but uneasy, should there have been something to make him see it, would it've been possible, am I certain, yes - but where was there the moment. I tell her instead, cheerfully, "You have to educate him." We're driving together in the green truck. (He's very careful with me now, his manners are very improved, and it's because I did confront him.) She agrees the way she does.

Supper. "If you want to build sometime and we're not busy." "Oh, ..." quickly, before I think, "if I ever do that it'd be with an all-woman crew, so everyone can know it's possible to learn," and about Nellie, hammering it.

She doesn't want to drive me home.

He leaves the headlights a long time.

The cold and building wood into its order. My table. Letters from since the summer. You've been absent, nearly completely (is that it? In me, testing it). When I read the letters to you unsent, I remember how it's possible to notice, compounded with you -

And her - ?

Who's been with me. Carmichael faintly. Luke a pang.

The sense of finishing a connection with them. There they are, at the stove, watching the coffee, thinking, I don't want to be with them in heaven, I wouldn't mind if I never. There they are, they aren't important to me (except the all-days rave, he must admit women can and are - ) and feeling whether that's bad, I mean whether it is pushed pushing forward on the devil's path, don't think like that it makes it true; but to be like them, that decides it, is not the right way. That shape often. He must notice I am very - intelligent, capable - and let me do whatever he does.

His confusion at the wall, called me Rudy. "Rudy ... Nick ...." That was it, I took it as - . And driving that truck to the Co-op.

1 November

Waking from that frightened dream, R vanishing with Luke, teeth breaking off their root. Day for working through Wanderground, excited looking up words. What is the intelligence of this book, that technology. What's ugly, the weak fainting hugging stroking persons speaking to themselves without having found a way out of babytalk, talking like babies, impersonating babies.

Afternoon lovely stir brown grass, branches, outside. Soft [triangle].

Immediately and deepening almost steadily, imagining a body, entering the silk nest, stroking sides, kissing the hard little mouth, realizing penis's little eye is the image of that hard inner rise around a black -. In the air so they fit and can rock. [sketch]

100' of windows / swift even changing. Pictures and company.

C's here in some way, where's J. M's awkwardness is with me.

In Wonderground fantasy was writing something using what I collect, and being able to write for/about the writer, what she's doing, and also warmed feeling of the safe direction, ie a direction whose feel isn't fright. Common work.

Walnut cake.

croc earthenware pot, to stain, soil

crocke an old ewe, broken down horse, worthless decrepit or disabled person, to become weak or sick

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[journal]

A pub somewhere in Swiss Cottage, Chalk Farm area, Roy's there with Luke, I come to greet them, the man with them, when I come alongside, is Henry, whom I greet with a long fond hug. When I come back they're gone. I scatter outdoors, can't see them down any of the streets, begin a sad chase across London to somewhere in the southwest where they may be, the family, disordered alone scared shocked, no way to know where they are, or I am, except it's the back of the campus I'm coming to now, the tower, and beyond that, east, in that pretty area I have been in before, is the street I want. Maybe a mile. Crossing through am I wet, coming apart, playing with lower left eyetooth, it seems to move, push it a little, it breaks off at the top of the root, a bloody stump left in there. Down a familiar street, library from another dream I know is further up. Notice it's been changed to a raised roadway. Copper circles, plates, overpass. I notice I'm on a raised road without handrails, when I see that I drop in fright, can't walk, crawl to where the road reaches a dentist's window, knock, the nurse and a dentist raise the window, they say this happens so often they have someone sleep there. They help me in, I ask if he can help me with this broken tooth I have in a bloody wad of cloth, I hear her lying to the other one, to get me in, the open door of a room in the far side of the corridor, many women lying recovering in old piles of bedding right through the long room, college girls, but when I return that door is closed, I've felt for the tooth on the other side (that's actually gone) and it also suddenly breaks off, brittle, is porous (it's like something -). I look at the tooth, where it was filed down across a centre prominence, like sugar cube partly dissolved and made of white sand. There'd been a medium time, driving the (old, now) red and white van. Nearby a message that R had left because he was about to begin something new and couldn't afford a slightly wrong move, like my not quite exact hugging Henry.

Waking from this, and writing it, dismay and fright.

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[daily record]

November 2

Strength for 12? One for cooking fire, fetching, hours work on something slip gave - being able to move from outer to inner and back - that maens

rave wander Dionysus (where's the letter)
rathe Yeats ? siddhe
'early part of year'
org is ergon work, organize, en ergy
that sequence from magike techne (Wanderground)
 
And the candel chain from a real sizzle.
Yesterday: children's direct invention not the grease of being good.
Technicians of what. Experience.
 
And when I couldn't go further, Kenner. Mornings energy for etymology, what K sez about Pound I realize as the charm, joy, multiple intelligence of the dictionary, its pictures and sweet exact perceptions.
Writing reports on. Investigation.

Irony the surprise that it's to do with holding incompatibles.

Felt blood. Looked up, early because I'd recently taken moon number for blood number. Explains yesterday's melt, this morning's forced slightly acid, in mid-forehead. With Kenner in self congratulation.

Sense of being able to not jettison, the difficult, all the journals, and yet work (balance).

While I insert film into the camera the corner of the [sketch] had shadowed out, so fast, one day's difference in angle. By tomorrow -

Working, cutting slice of cake, cup of milk.

Bright. Brown and blue. My back/side ground. Wind. Stir.

Panes makes it heat/light chuted in.

Itchy head. Quickly wash it in small basin on the woodstove iron (table), after two rinses throw out, wipe it with a cloth. Clean hair length of pelt. Head's shadow shape.

Working alone.
Used all the small candles.
Wax spill. Oil? Water.
Midnight. During night strong moonlight from very slight crescent high east.
 
In bed in Vancouver Poems
1. Daphne and fingertips
2. Vancouver as I felt it when we were first there
3. Diaphragm pain, jealousy, felt when I'd blown out light
 
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[journal]

south     look at you     stir     outthewindow grass

They'd figure Mr Fisherman was here to thaw the trout. A sudden silence feel over all the women, as if a door had opened into each of their lives, revealing otherwise secret fears to outsiders.

Sense that something is being built, it isn't prescribed but draws.     Pound knew something.

It's hidden in language and
My unknown is using slips and dictionary

For rhythm can use -''--''-''--'-'' mis ter fish er man was here to thaw the trout

Dream walking with M, E, some other sibling, carrying heavy ---. My dufflebag on shoulder also has jars of preserves in among clothes, say to Paul K, we're walking the field road toward home, "This is like in Joyce" (Ulysses?).

In Joyce for T "Wut's meta for?" "S'eesy."

The kind of time when I work on whatever is in front of me.

aware of the resources of his medium
the surrounding or enveloping element
he says language
but if the medium is not language     or only in part
 
a surrounding element
an intervening substance
intermediate

envy     in videre

Hong Kong's lump

asks for complex acts of discernment     rational delight in procedure
(not emotional comfort)
selecting weighing relating juxtaposing
a sane boiling    nourishing impulse
assimilate and coordinate many preceding inventions
international and interlingual

difference between what is known and not seemed worth finding out

reports on investigations

ways of being, he made it historical among exceptional men, she'd make it horizontal among anyone known

diabolos    slander to throw across     deofol

do secure men as if they were at farthest         Bacon

looking into oneself and thence acting

by which inner and outer are united

and constitutes harmony with seasons of earth and heaven

thus the mind can be your palace and your body can be at ease

with this penetration of the solid it has effects on things

with its comprehension it stands in the emptiness above with the sun

meridian obs midday     meridies     south, noon

com combere to lie

attention to word and how it leads to a zone of perception
fine perception
a particular world (of perception)

the Lord of Terrible Aspect is no abstraction     There are some who cannot understand

in more sophisticated poetry the picture would be suggested
the next word or phrase is always unexpected

to get inside     He says Pound wants cognition not submission.

(the peculiar energy of its mode of being     that Lewis painting)

may revisit and descend unto the foundations of knowledge and consent, and so transplant it into another     also Bacon

nous, of the sea crystalline and enduring,
of the bright molten glass that envelopes us,
full of light

nous poetikos    'agent intelligence'     is what records, calculates

any given rhythm implies about it a complete form

expansions and contractions of the scale of congruity
precise interpretive metaphor

the scrupulous interplay of technique, material and consciousness from moment to moment

'strategic audacities'

Gregorian chant     syllables     rhythms

create unfamiliar emotions?
a point of light moving through possible worlds
 
I extend by lover     you hooded opal, - - - - -
dark secret with a shimmer     floor
 
there you can find me, o you anxious you
who (call about my gates) for some lost me

the one raft bears our fates

'flexibility of tone'

stiffening and relaxing of the texture of the vocabulary

distancing balancing savoring into the passages of transcription
organizing (verse) by shifts of texture and tone
wut's irony    ivory     what talking is in Wonderground without it
the stiff ribs     stays     keep in feeling sorry for
it's a way of knowing the whole moment
it holds incompatibles     eiron dissembler eirein to speak
shows what one's learned since a child
 
sympathized with and rejected     device for
'complex modes of knowledge'
 
urbanity in externals, virtu in
 
the spatial positioning of every word functional
 
newness and order persisting
in the -----, the order of first time, and of later
 
when a fly goes through flame     the whup     clap
's like sails snap
 
candel
 
a cylinder of
 
standard foot -
 
as eggs, between eye and
berry        the wax myrtle
fish        when dried may be burned as
ice        Canadian
light        twi    (between the two)     when first
maessa    second of second the showing
weoca
wood        any resinous    finely split    to give light
                                    from the hearth

candor        para kalein     called to help, advocate

tangents of the undrawn circle

whose silences are for connecting
when does precision need to sing?

If I'd already done what would make my importance what would I be free to do         (and do that)

Platonists    evolved terminologies and communicated one with another

the technical ironical musical images making wide love
avant garde the thrill of the dictionary
 
lend me your eyes     if they do does it mean they're seeing with mine    immortal
preparing afterlife
imagine if     but if it's only to see your worlds on the page     then that's a poor afterlife
what would be better

complex sense of the poem

do teach a way to know my dream

left off on the street just up from the orchid grower
(there with J)(she hadn't written. J-V coming)
expanded shop but I don't find the section with orchid plants expensive asparagus $3.9? per small fern     a parcel with a big cake left where I'd have to pick it up later     some circuit on a bus, a traveled street, Danny Seibert sick but at the busstop     Judy and Paul? go to meet him
bright and cold day in south Vancouver
toilet in a hospital

You're with Sandy tonight!

of an intense, clear, luminous intellectual world
collegium     body of associates     collezj
in plants, auxin auxein to increase     hormaein to excite
border the visible     ultraviolet etc
form that seems a form seen in a mirror     the upside down paradise!

Greek plastic moving toward coitus, limited by incest

auxin     promote and modify     in minute quantities
root and bud formation
fruit drop
shedding of leaves

different cadences, different vocabularies, for different -

Flaubert and DR, Conrad, James     'interactions and tensions set up between items'

'mentally I was rings around everybody'
'phrasing carefully controlled, line-endings suavely played against the sprawl of the syntax'
interlocking large-scale rhythms of recurrence

Conrad a simple soul of the right voltage but unable to disengage technique from instinct sufficiently to -

The rhetorical figures were compressences of social (psychological) situations as Freud found

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[daily record]

3

First page journal to Vancouver. Taken as given. What can be done with it. Do I love it. Yes, but her false -. It would be multiple labor but I'd decide questions. Are they the questions with most waiting on them. It's Luke in them I love and want to show.

From Kenner today wish for alert work to hold it all right. Monday like Sunday. Oh this morning on the porch in the plastic dipper exact one-sixths striations (I found drawing) [sketch of ice surface pattern] parallel to pinna ribs. It wasn't possible to keep it, cold outside.

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[journal]

If I can get anything from this sense of technique

shiftable diction

music I already do but can it use more consciousness

varying punctuation

by the intimate rightness of interaction

precisely how the line goes, how the word is, in its context, what has been done, what's possible now to do

in the listening is the speaking

work further - sense of everytime now / at the same time / as a gone to be known as unknown

the tuning that brings sounds of words     w inter w eet

residua of sounds - readable Finnegan

in the room behind the word at a distance

gestures of sentences, work like overlapping planes

a phonemic tune from side to side of the parchment

write describing music

and phanophoeia

the movements - magike techne

love needing to tell

evoking attention

a binding, a having to do with, that joins in likeness, in difference, and in modulation all the poem's materials, through which interactive web the syntactic movement flows, abandoning nothing

techne is built into the computer : rational delight in procedure is really     finally what

that tension is what

simply attention to exactly how

the next word or phrase is not expected
the picture is suggested
dictions of reference

attention towards and how it leads into a particular world of attention

-

phanopoeia - known maximum of Chinese

each --- gives prepositional or participial leverage to an unspecified verb - so the whole comes alive with urgency of implied making and doing

by the steady local intensity of the writing

any rhythm implies about it
then any fragment of wind should imply
I don't know how this works

A sound that will last long enough for the succeeding sound to catch up, traverse, intersect it

Precise adjustment of the intervals between disparate or recurrent themes or items or rhythms

Thought of it as traveling rhythm going through points or barriers of pitch and pitch combinations

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[daily record]

4

Will I learn something about the independence of these days. I'm with her, mind voice said your, pencil in books. It said your clearly, hand wrote her, clearly. ! Did it with jus du(dgment). To say at last what was the shame with JoAnn. Alright.

And what has ?
Ah then buckle I isshe isshe (R and ) buckle (well of course)
California
Draw draw
Cumberbund bundle to cumber
who not him no

There seems to be nothing in him of the fright of it opening underneath.

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[journal]

thoacdien - where's the word from

the way I don't believe anything can be resolved

for instance my puzzle at M's reading, is she less intelligence, does that junk work as something I don't understand.

but things can sometimes easily

failure stories

what it would be to move anyone

setting something in order

the moral. and given (women and maimed)
can they be written so anyone would be rectified

is it needed for anything     except to have a common work

essays

don't see in him the fright of divination     opens under
'visionary'
'intuitive means that which is hidden'
one may augur or divine from indications too slight to be explained
to flatten out     lam laminate
augur to increase     diffident

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looking for equations : race-long recurrent moods
analytic geometry
in what way an equation could govern a circle
nature doesn't use pi     weightless etc
but I keep seeing the pale blue aether outlines
a new science and then
alright. the forms     formers
 
shape or contour, not substance or color
mold, frame, whatever gives shape
the specific --- in which something presents itself: 'in the form of light'
philosophy as distinguished from matter that embodies it
 
circle wouldn't have the pale blue     or wd it
not if it's the organizer
but if as soon as it's drawn it gets a 'form'
 
air has traces     sound     smell     current
the aura exists around living things
light at invisible wavelengths     heat
equations in cases where it's possible
imagine a way of making a thing by knowing it enough ie imagination
imagery and other sorts of evocation, the feel of it around one
physics form drag resistance, component of fluid resistance that is due to the form of the object moving through it

divination by language

if something knows, and puts that knowledge out hidden in discourse, then:

language is full of clues
and/or what's known is history and of language

intuitions of future science set out in metaphor

then the I that's around, remembering is the social

and if I trade places, is the social still there remembering

why do I want to know - to get the diviner without losing memory - done by exactitude?

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great works 'they cause form to come into being'

from which, into which, through which, ideas rush
ie it's like a confusion     the pale blue envelope

the organization of forms: a much more creative and energetic

for what I can add to my subject from myself
to dispense with subject and create from elements
shouldn't be satisfactions of life, a life interest

the decadence which is self admiration

We keep our journals in public and when we go wrong we hear of it.

faculty of the mediumistic artist is one of the parts


 

part 6


up north volume 5: 1980 june-november
work & days: a lifetime journal project