such kinship with this expression of experiencing language…
Encountering Languaging
such kinship with this expression of experiencing language…
Category: Experience
Silence
Greetings all – thank you for continuing to visit, care, find, read the polysemic stupor this site has been for me. I have felt that I should respond to my extended quiet and lack. As with everyone, much transpires within-without always/all ways… for now I can report that after years of PhD studies into the concept of “nothing”, an ever-expanding and extending fertile void…
Has drawn me toward pondering more intensely what silence might evoke or emit… I should like to say that I have been interactive, con-fused, com-municative, alive/immersed in much (empty-full) space(s). Here’s a card of greeting, thanksgiving, and hello again:
Words of Silence
…dreamt to hush you,
like “now”
or some othered ‘then,’
“here” “you” “?”
It is time now, I said,
for the deepening and quieting of the spirit
among the flux of happenings.Something had pestered me so much
I thought my heart would break.
I mean, the mechanical part.I went down in the afternoon
to the sea
which held me, until I grew easy.About tomorrow, who knows anything.
Swimming, One Day in August – Mary Oliver
Except that it will be time, again,
for the deepening and quieting of the spirit.
“Most of the time, to give oneself to language is to abandon oneself.”
–Maurice Blanchot–
“A word’s reach extends a speaker’s grasp, or what’s a language for?”
–Stanley Cavell–
Today. Again. Almost.
[or, grass in pavement; beyond black holes?; “boundaries are made to pound against” (Hejinian); after Celan, after Knausgaard) “you have to dream new ways of thinking”]
.
We praise the dead (remember?)
and the Mother holds them,
in catacombs,
the earth…
…beyond the black hole,
again and again and again…
.
The world is radiant!
Feel that?!
Continuous fomentations out
of undifferentiable chaos –
muddy unsolvables
.
Look! Look again!
Quit speaking.
It is here. (mysteriously)
Redolence…
.
…beyond the black holes,
again and again, not yet…
Where are you, real-ly,
becoming and formative,
nearly gone. To where?
.
Look! Look again!
Call it listening,
attention. The smallest detail
comes infinite.
You are there, also!
But where? you ask –
and can’t be found…
.
…just there, now,
which is – where? –
No longer. Linger.
It occurs, what might
be else.
.
Cheers to the wonder,
unknown! – what
is. Like being
before there’s a there.
It happens…
.
…beyond the strange darkness –
horizon-event, that complains,
and becomes as it passes
in strife, in the Mother,
the dying, remembering
birth-like
The Cosmos of Aziff / Polly C. McStupor
Alias V. Harlequin, remembers (via language)
I always wondered at my naming – “Alias V.” Not knowing where I come from, and finding all locatable Harlequins tricky and at play.
“Alias Verbum” – who would name an infant that? Another name, a word. Also known as, logos. Usually I identify as iota subscript, after Robert Frost.
No one knows my origin, but he’s very hard to find, everywhere, continually on his odyssey.
i‘m reading a book entitled “How Words Make Things Happen.” What have we made? Ideas, spells; subjects, objects, and actions. Incantations all. Beginnings, I suppose, but not the first.
As I understand it, aging along, someone had to be there for me to come about, and coming-about would be my story. Who or what might tell it? Acted, sung, or read? Becoming other after other after other. Known again as… by any other name. The player. The trickster. The Joke.
In the beginning was… and I began, an alias of something… and everything its word.
Nil
We could have played other games,
ever so many on offer
whiling the distribution and dissipation
time might be
.
Yet “I” became,
constructing choices –
the parenting,
the poetry,
philosophy,
and family;
addiction,
restriction,
believing all the loving –
each complicity
.
To be
.
At least some things,
anything,
.
everything
one knows not what
.
but still
less (or more)
than nil.
With Out
I never had to pay for words
yet how much my words have cost me
.
There is (there seems to be):
.
Experience.
.
I am insufficiently prepared
for it.
[how each beauty hurts so much in joy]
I am.
.
Ever unprepared:
.
Experiencing –
.
always sourced with outside
and ever without sides,
filled up, as is.
.
This is
.
Differing to ‘I am’
An other
Any
other
.
All thens
and equaling nows
complete without –
.
the wolf howls
bear bellows
in woods –
.
my lingering past –
.
with out.
.
somehow
I never learned what words are for
so
I begin
.
Again
almost
All my Words are Silent 