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ELSE – Erasure : Beginning
Erasure It will have to be something new, you think to yourself, beginning. What’s been done before is already present. All the brief and poignant …
ELSE – Erasure : Beginning
Whoever is reading through so much I don’t remember that I somehow cobbled…thank you…& wonder why I feel ever in the same place at my desk, absorbing, wondering, rejoicing, and…. erasing & beginning, beginning & erasing… thank you reader55555
Metamorphosis: 2013: Insect Intensity
Termite Art Working the edges and angles. “Part of the woodwork,” they say, though not in a structural sense – rather more a destructural or …
Metamorphosis: 2013: Insect Intensity
Thank you readers which stumble upon and engage my tunneling activities… reminders of this quiet wrestling vocation in the midst… still termiting here 🙏🏼
Silence
Greetings all – thank you for continuing to visit, care, find, read the polysemic stupor this site has been for me. I have felt that I should respond to my extended quiet and lack. As with everyone, much transpires within-without always/all ways… for now I can report that after years of PhD studies into the concept of “nothing”, an ever-expanding and extending fertile void…
Has drawn me toward pondering more intensely what silence might evoke or emit… I should like to say that I have been interactive, con-fused, com-municative, alive/immersed in much (empty-full) space(s). Here’s a card of greeting, thanksgiving, and hello again:
Words of Silence
…dreamt to hush you,
like “now”
or some othered ‘then,’
“here” “you” “?”
It is time now, I said,
for the deepening and quieting of the spirit
among the flux of happenings.Something had pestered me so much
I thought my heart would break.
I mean, the mechanical part.I went down in the afternoon
to the sea
which held me, until I grew easy.About tomorrow, who knows anything.
Swimming, One Day in August – Mary Oliver
Except that it will be time, again,
for the deepening and quieting of the spirit.
“Most of the time, to give oneself to language is to abandon oneself.”
–Maurice Blanchot–
“A word’s reach extends a speaker’s grasp, or what’s a language for?”
–Stanley Cavell–
“Some Blind Alleys: A Letter” (or, a complex “lesson in perplexity”)
Should you have the time…and it requires a bit…I would love to hear responses to the following essay by E.M. Cioran from all you interesting minds I …
“Some Blind Alleys: A Letter”
Someone brought this again to my attention… and again it seems terrifically timely… and may in many ways account for my recent growing silences… and work at ascesis
Mysteries – Words Flesh
Terrific collection of attempts at languaging mystery around incarnate language: https://maney.us/blog/2014/12/28/meditations-on-the-incarnation-from-select-church-fathers-and-doctors/
St. John Chrysostom: Homily on Christmas Morning
This is another post I made during Advent four years ago, which bears repeating. I have read this sermon by St. John Chrysostom (late fourth century …
St. John Chrysostom: Homily on Christmas Morning
the songs i do not know (iii)
Tell me the songs you don’t know
Dan Beachy-Quick, Of Silence and Song
Light…makes some things seen, makes some things invisible
-SIR THOMAS BROWNE, IN B-Q, OF SILENCE AND SONG
iii. inside the other
.
i walked
caves, hollows, holes
reaching in
wondering, wandering,
exploring
.
wherefore?
in whom?
this forest-stream-mountain
rain
cloud or animal
species
perhaps kind
world
.
else
.
eye, crotch, finger, part
leg, mouth, buttocks, cleave
begin
in prayer
darklight arithmetic
and and and
also
more
.
a line
emotion
an happening
or even
event
what is called
beginning
again
what feels like
entering, entrance
entry
way
.
fuel
to the opening
.
i walked
in prayer
singing
nothing
known
listening
still
to answer
.
call
response
(“Tell me,” she said)
of songs
you do
not know
(“i don’t,” i said
i do
.
begin
again
before
where now
already
The Songs I do not Know (ii)
Tell me the songs you don’t know
Dan Beachy-Quick, Of Silence and Song
Light…makes some things seen, makes some things invisible
-Sir Thomas Browne, in B-Q, Of Silence and Song
ii. “Tell me…”
bluebell. jay.
joy. blank. block.
blur. when.
what?
how. where. ever why.
now
it is very
most unknown
not knowing –
i don’t;
breathe
.
cerulean. youth.
abstract. asunder.
i wonder
what for
then
when now?
how does
one tell
not knowing
unknown
always
it sings
knowing
(its’ icon)
and melody