Doing Undone

It would have to be fragmentary, partial

perhaps pointing, with hope,

like us, living things,

at any given moment:

 

saying things, not yet said,

ever in the midst of acts,

if there happens to be a real

it must be incomplete and full

of undoing and becoming,

of perhapses and oops

 

I had started out

at some point,

apparently ‘past,’

taking up this pen

and applying it to this

paper,

open screen, unknowable unknown,

had started out toward

an I

in order to write

“I had started out”

 

but all is different now

and now again,

again, again,

 

pointing hope

in fragments

assertions and insertions

of possible reals or facts,

some happenings of actuals

be-fore (in face of, in lieu)

words or some expression

 

impression

It stares out, staring in,

fractured and non-finished,

fetishized with objects

that stand for something else,

 

always something else

than what “is” or which has been,

unable otherwise,

simply is

-ing,

unfinished and hardly calculable,

impossible/compossible

and inexhaustibly exhaustible

perhaps

 

seemingly unfinished

and without beginning

(or we would ‘start’)

 

on a way then, in

midst of,

doing toward undone,

Advertisements

9 thoughts on “Doing Undone

  1. as always it was so nice reading your philosophical touches and dance of the words, they are all amazing. Thank you dear N Filbert, writing of depths or depths of writing… 🙂 something like that Love, nia

  2. you use amazingly impressive and creates wind of thoughts in my mind. but always, and you know this dear N Filbert. I always read you. But can’t write always to you. Welcome, Love, nia

  3. JLA

    The combination specific, “again, again.”

    “unfinished and hardly calculable….seemingly unfinished and without beginning”

    Lovely, this.

  4. As I took the last bite of breakfast readying for work this morning my pen wandered over to a notepad and wrote with a burst of exhilaration…”the circuitous path”. It’s in my air today Nathan. Your words lend flesh on this muscle and bone! Thank you poet friend!

  5. How did I miss this?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!!?
    And I love it, words formed round like a net that captures our uncertainty before we let it loose…or pin it to the board.

"A word is a bridge thrown between myself and an other - a territory shared by both" - M. Bakhtin

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s