i am sensing that i used to believe the thought
i need to close the gap
that closing the gap might reveal a whole being,
an affirmation of the question
but now in new eyes seeing as you would say
what if the gap/ the space/ between
actually more so allows for the whole to reveal itself
that as rosemarie states
the fragment, the interval, the interstice, the between,
the break, the gap, the fragmentation
is our access to the infinite that from those spaces
we can actually apprehend a vision
a possibility to enter. i am still so far away
from understanding so much
but in new “i don’t understand” it feels
safer to stay in the mystery
i think what she might mean when she says
//as giving
up the stress for the distress, the uncharted
territory of the page, the excitement and terror
of the open
versus the challenge of the closure//
when you are alive you always hold time
an accordion gesture of composing and decomposing
images of being instead of becoming
to understand being instead of becoming
the world as moving
movement as movement between
not so much the form or the to
but the gesture itself
the state of being
the place between
an echo of echoes of echoes
in favor of not going anywhere
“the interruption becomes necessary to block the torrential succession of representations…in such a way to make manifest…representation itself”
“the void that shows representation itself”
‘’practically it’s very freeing to put boxes around things. However temporary and arbitrarily to see what they become together as they try to explain themselves up against each other//
The first box makes itself out of plywood put together by two hands, four hands, strips of glue, a large panel for the front, two sides, a top and bottom. The back meant to be pushed up against a wall, your wall, your back, his back, her back this pushing up against suctions tightly the edges of the plywood to architectural elements at play i have made the box and what is held inside the box is unknown yet nameable only by myself and the splintered wires connected to a light bulb this wire this electricity this spark of connection meant to illuminate to bring attention to to turn on when the interiority and depth is making its hidden presence knock knocking on the doorframe the wall
i wonder the how in the thinking about box (& all things that box is a stand in for)
more in the space of prose? via rosemarie via ezra pound the prose paragraph seemed the right kind of space where form could prove “a center around which, not a box within which”
Poetry is the very art of turnings
in prose, I believe Rosemarie is saying there is an absence of turning? (pg 173)
turning is a space of tension a tension that must be moved
could turn coexist with reach? an extension or trust the urge or desire for other, a motion in language that seeks to move outside the constraint imposed on it. I reach away form the body, return to the body in an altered echo form, a return that makes circles and circles around circles of itself (gladman)