My maker-wheels or whatever complex machinery sometimes con-fuses to generate documents of creative writing are apparently on the fritz. In lieu of some relatively originary textual flow (idiosyncratic dip into the semiotic waters of the resource of language) I forward along a poem that stands out to me from this weeks’ readings, and a plea that interest-piqued readers immerse themselves in a particular book regarding our co-creation and involvement with the rest of the world and one another…
First, the poem – from Bob Hicok‘s “Elegy Owed” – a fine collection:
and second a plug for a compelling study by Ian Hodder – “Entangled: An Archaeology of the relationships between humans and things”
4 thoughts on “2 Things in absence of composition”
Amazing poem. A reminder that I have to get his books. Thank you.
What a riveting tangle of words – unexpected arrangments, magnificent grammar, all merging to create a beautiful vision.
that poem is POWERful….
The poem is lovely…unfortunately it reminds me I owe you a read from Lispector…dammit… 😉