The Cosmos of Aziff / Polly C. McStupor
Author: Alias Harlequin
"Arrange whatever pieces come your way" - Virginia Woolf
"Thinking about language, while thinking IN language, leads to puzzles and paradoxes" -James Gleick
"a word is a bridge thrown between myself and another...a territory shared" - V.N. Volosinov
"How words are understood is not told by words alone" - Ludwig Wittgenstein
Homo Fictus
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Homo Fictus
Intriguing… I forget almost everything I write, thank you any others for finding it and letting me read it again.
Components
And then there were two
yet before that no one
but components
an organism of many
replete with fissures and gaps
traversed by muscle, nerve, synapse
(I often argue with words:
“two shall become one”)
It does not add up
and a unity has yet to be found
even in a singular
air is both inside and out
and language is still formed
And we tend to argue in words
with muscle, larynx, breath and tone
never terms alone
it’s cellular
if there ever was just one
it is unknown now
or how
our world is constitutive
it’s miracle
that it holds together at all
(It is argued with words:
“One is the loneliest number”)
But thankfully(?)
we’ll never experience that
even our grief and solitude
comes at the cost of others
left to one
undone
and silenced to pieces
And then there were none
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“I is Another” (or pronouns as shifters; after Jon Fosse)
Like the first,
the every new
dependent of change;
agent of again,
now this
.
the starting
that continues
into while
.
its struck
and tumbled
and keeps rumbling
a murmured name
.
an other, again,
an I, again,
iota, (the smallest mark),
now this
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Promptings
Now we scrape away the hair.
this is the act of remembering;
new growth.
Next we explore the beauty –
of women, of plants, of men,
and other things;
of rocks, of beasts, and everything.
This is called rejoicing –
often emitting in sighs, and songs,
and pain –
And so we slice our flesh –
joining the inside with out
through searing and drowning,
the fluids, the ashes –
This is how we mourn.
.
And morning still comes,
the seeds, sperm, germs,
and dawn all continue
their leakage and drift,
And thus we are released –
like tears,
like dust,
And something absorbs
it all:
the hair, the blood,
the love, the screams,
the differences and repetitions
of traumas and loss
such awesome gains
each beauty its’ evening,
And so we reach –
receiving
Sketch of a Sketch of the World
Sketch of a Sketch of the World
— Read on notesfromaroom.com/2020/12/14/sketch-of-a-sketch-of-the-world/
All my Words are Silent 