as a person wd say it
images of field and field or field and pasture meeting
imagination likes what refers to itself
local writing and pictures. glamours. the screen
the first summer. the question is, is there still an outside
the slides show: a staring school alone in the land.
a staring truck to the eyes in grass. a view from further
back than the door. a view from behind a shadow flying.
doubled flame rearing to look. a photographer veiled.
a bone and its shadow in ashed ground and water
is part of - the one becomes two, within one, / which is
one within one
the mirror reflection is again placenta
I feel a homecoming light
after birth, seeing the placenta. gnarled, heavily veined.
meaty. red and blue
hold up the placenta so the child can see
how as it goes into a new part it has also immediately a
circumstance, / knowledge which is its own
the dimension it doesn't have is knowledge of its
whole sequence
first part bleached green a ghost is visiting the
homestead
the kindled image feels the smallest flare
a liminal beating wheatfield
running little creeping color change
they slide through the exposures
over the east place grassland a flotilla of them, sailing
in that even way
acute farmland
it's already live and already bright. it registers
exquisitely the smallest breathing shift of your
thigh as fluctuation in brightness
if we were parting for life it wd be like this, blind
and already gone, wd it?
you're going through war to your family, we know
there'll be no turning around
laying cheek on bathtub edge. I don't want there to be
anyone else in me. I want to be alone in this work
something else - a moment of the other - next to a
moment of this one -
when he was stubbornly for a long time standing in the water
towing the lily on its long stem
without shame, with shame, in the model, in the one
expresses a time, there can't we corrections
she said that writing is the cube, that fissures and still
stands together
what's the other - one who has begun - I have -
in this one different - and again the same
moon is the image of - and that no one saw it was -
shows the terminator where at this dusk we are
it's white, in color
from showing her reckoning of repetition in the larger and
smaller parts, the girl with the doll
reflected. does it look like that?
they were so long not knowing what the moon is -
'in the old days they must have known about that' -
was what? - was that she felt the gaze reflected in the
mirror
my womb is interested
'I can feel that'
my womb is listening
there's a projection of space and time behind and ahead,
it's like standing in a wide place. the other is like
standing in a river, everything comes toward you, it's as
meanings, it's like being in a dream awake, it's
reading it as if it's a dream, it's meanings, color, it's
connected to color; the other is space
writing follows the voice out or: it separates
every phrase contexts itself. that's not quite -
the movement from one meaning to another is a shift I feel spatially
I liked the image of working from inside rock to open
perspectives a prenate thoughtful touching of directions
there's no possibility of getting it all but if the few
traces are accurate the rest will be accurately implied
thinking by an emotional indication, placing something :
working within the hologram already formed
am I the anchor in this world and she out on the end of
the cord
I have to bear the not knowing you - 'I had to realize
I didn't know anything about where you were in it' -
the spots of the red berries of the rowan in the light that
had no other color
hand on the thin chest between the beginnings of the
breasts the small grieved dazed one smal grievd
dazd one
in the two days of shouting, the marvel of what can be
said. the marvel of how much is not understood
woke with bars of knowledge arriving a new joining of
parts that were already very near
already looking to see how it could be beyond the bridging
if I can take aside everything enthralled in that way
years looking to know what is glamour what is
gender what is dream and image what is alternative
to these
what is geometry in relation to these
upstream in an unaccountably sealed-off fresh source
there's a sensation, but thin. of having made the
crossing. thin like memory, and already past the pour of
spontaneous ordering
the alone i wanted was to have slipped my referents
what's there is not a figure but a few lines and a sense
of figure
then what was that delicate seeing, already I can't resee
it who is there when i'm not I am the shell
of it I want to see it
bonnard: to show all one sees on entering a room
backroom work, green notebook, look for local country
notes. what I find is descriptions of life before birth.
that's all I was collecting. that is, having left it,
the country I left, is that. it compiled structure
standing on the lane at the bottom of the translucent
sera standing on the lane with dry grass next to the
track standing far, away, under the moon. around the
moon is light as if on a surface the height of air
oh the crystal air amnion
when I see metaphor can I see the necessity of metaphor, can
I see what metaphor is
the body in water, which reads the tremour's shapes
sources by straight lines
from any tow points, establish
what's the relation of this coming through to the new
attention''the slide of luke newborn, that i'd never seen the pain of.
now I wanted just to pick him up and hold him
hello is it over am I alone am I not going to be a
person anymore
the many parts, the mass of parts, as angled lines, which
if I cd push through in that intensity, wd be aligned so
an outstanding knowledge wd be there, across kinds
the material seemed about to crystallize beyond me
I want to make, I saw I had, a submersion piece all the
ideas the slant of ..
the not-knowing in that molecule broth - broth - what's
the relation to the sense of power not -struggling but
-usedness: power-matching. the sense of both watching
vulnerably to get a magic working of the broth, and
suspecting it is simply, or 'also' a vulnerability to
the feeding needs of everyone i'm in bond with. not knowing
how to tell. the two might be the same. so deep in
speculation, feeling it a crazedness maybe
is this what artists do, is it what performance is
well, we very quickly found ... the particular thing for
instance that a cell is a detector of a feature in the
outside world ... it just was more complicated than that;
a particular cell's output is determined by a whole set
of variables, so that if we change for instance a color
in the input to a cell, through the visual system of course,
we might find -- a particular cell sensitive to green --
that same cell might be sensitive to the orientation
of lines at an angle. another variable might be the
intensity or luminance of that line; or how many lines;
or what the spacing between the lines is
things being what they are
things resembling
three weeks. the light steady wave on the stone.
I miss you (i'm here) are you really (gather
it) but I will (yes you must)
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