Chapter Three

every day is a good day
black iced coffee
fire hydrant
spray
one by one
life (a life)
murky recording
no enough
epistolary indeed, too much

[A letter.]

[From an unexpected source.]

In the middle.

The middle of.

Not the ocean an island.

charming & distinctive
sumptuous
very waspy
quite badly
a tattered flag
footsteps
be merciful
green stupa bottle
too good
unmistakable

“Dear S,” says the letter. “S!” says the reply. Two S’s in momentary conversation with each other.

A revision.

Waiting to.

Happen.

“It loves to happen.”

Dear S, Someone said a part of your name, and I remembered you.

Where do you find yourself reading letters?

Standing in the street with a phone in hand. Broadway below Houston, half-sitting on the deep windowsill shelf of a store.

Character is situation.

(revise)

A light rain.

Dear S, A lover, once.

Then, in a familiar coffee place off the Bowery, really reading.

Dear S, And now a professor, and married in another country.

& Dear S (the other S), Here, writing back, writing.

knitting
far
as if
psychically
jodhpurs
an upright bass
a sigh
a cloud of red hair
a horn sounding
only orange (shades of)
do not

Dear S, I do not say these things.

Something else entirely.

& the everythingness.

going
knee tattoos
a tilt of the head
sidling over
a name, repeating
a feeling
stomach
gauges
never
blue water bottle
wheels


sometimes all night
sometimes
blinding
sun
the earth
the animals
the prisoners
the refugees
the slaves
the hungry
the desperate

“We must see more than facts.”

Skipping and glitching.

Everything becomes this.

The growl of a boat.

Distant conversation.

Blue towels on the line.

A month past.

Lunch with an old girlfriend.

Read forwards or backwards equally.

On the deck of Tiny’s, leaning towards each other over the red checked tablecloth. A seared cod sandwich, a BLT.

return
rhyme
things done only once
once, twice
dazzle
terns
shoals
fry
big sky
orion
no more information is needed
form

water and clothespins

Eyes meet in parting.

Seen from a distance.

Asynchrony.

full of fantasy
still
wing flaps
runway paint
dismount
effortless
sound
single pieces
unexplained
asynchrony
doubling back

Interleaving.

Itself, and the idea of itself.

“Yves Klein’s leap.”

leap

Sea birds seen from a plane window, flying low at the water’s surface; white against a green-black sea ruffled by wind.

Jade waxy sea, dimpled wave patterns.

Stubby wing of the plane against the horizon.

plane wing

A problem of feeling.

There is no place where the wing of the airplane stops and the sky begins.

Pixels on a screen.

Should we all go? All go all beyond?

“Gate gate! Paragate! Parsamgate! Bodhi svaha!”

smell of sawdust
feeling, again
breaths
rooftop
& now
descending
getting ahead
jazz
vintage
a pain pill
even so
screen shots
yoga mats

A catalyst, a muse.

Only in conduct is there expression.

A painful and beautiful constraint.

In a meeting, in a church,waiting in the pews, green velvet bench cushions.

A song, once listened to obsessively, played over the church speakers.

It’s easy to be sad.

Gilded floral art nouveau patterns almost hide the design of the cross.

“It had been raining but It had not been raining.”

“No one could begin to mop up this particular mess.”

“Thunder lay down in the heart.”

“‘My child, I love any vast electrical disturbance.'”

the photo-collages
memento
artifact
architecture
plazas
platforms
pyramids
recess
project
into space
a curtain
a wall
archaeologically

Night bridge.

& D, I am reminded of the difficulty of beginning.

Sitting in the plastic chairs at the Josef Albers symposium.

albers

& D, Choices made at the beginning become aesthetically significant.

& D, Even without intention.

Squares within squares of color projected on the screen.

The mind drifting.

Daydreaming about daydreaming.

“I have seduced you…” says Albers.

Ways of listening to lectures as ambient fields of language that allow certain kinds of thought to take place.

Sound as ocean. Ocean as sound.

Also as opportunities for making. Also as opportunities for meta-thought and anthropological study.

Weather of the other.

Weather of the self.

taped down the
center seam
it opens and closes
like a book
plazas
platforms
flat-topped
pyramids
staircases
sites that have been

abandoned
excavated
reconstructed
camelid (alpaca)
cotton (otton)
meaning
story
status
control
happening
reversible
explorers
looters

writing books
taking the scissors
cutting them up
unraveling
discontinuous
warp and weft
using a
scaffolding
that would be removed

Nonlinguistic.

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Looping.

anni

“We only really become an ‘I’ if we are there with and for others. ‘I’ is the one to whom someone says ‘you.'”

“The crucial thing about such a dialogic reordering of society, about this “dialogic life” (Buber), is its playfulness.”

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Anni Albers giving away her looms.

Sound of wet streets.

Night city.

It cannot be entered into the record fast enough.

joseph and anni

He loved her once.

A principle of nonseparation – one work moves freely into another. The rule of separation is an outmoded aesthetic.

The rain turning to snow as the sky darkens. Cold hands. Looking over the river, fumbling the photograph.

Standing alone.

Walking towards the Hauptbahnhof.

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hanging.jpg

“…a listening for the dictation of the material.”

Music of the trains.

Enthusiasm, which is music.

black background
to use black
the color was forbidden
not to use black
rich solid blacks
flowered wallpaper
inseparability
a rented room

Standing outside the self.

“ATEMPORAL ZONE: The representation of eternity in every minute: uchronia for utopia.”

extemporale zone

Every once.

Not for, before.

Anni told Josef that pasture was the opposite of future.

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pattern raga
blues
overamplified
checklists
blond
critique
birthmark
too much
Waverly
gadget
instructions
photograph
blue ticket
admit one

Stitching forward and backward.

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Long sunset over Reykjavik.

delicate moment
what you say
underwear
a bra
look
for example
space
to show
to think
a bit insecure
this trust
learning a language
material

Still light.

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