two poems by Wallace Stevens – evincing the reader, the text, the poem, the world – poetry’s situation – realities…
Category: Writing
Spillage.1 : Action Writing
In searching through the files on my computer for particular photos, I have been running across many files of which the names are unrecognizable to me, many dating from months and moons ago. Some of them startle me, some are encouraging, all provide record of where I’ve been, how I’m thinking, what’s at work in me at various given moments. I thought I’d share a few that seem worthy of being shared, they will arrive under the tag “Spillage” – detritus left to the side when my focus is on projects. Here’s a sample, found labelled: Action:Writing. (simply click on title link to view)
Action Writing
Empathy…Intersubjectivity…efforts…
Empathy: A Way, but not My Way
O.E.D. – Empathy / einfuhlung
- “The power of projecting one’s personality into (and so fully comprehending) the object of contemplation”
- “to feel oneself into it”
- “the feeling-out of other minds”
- “a form of imaginative identification of self with non-self, a feeling-into”
Feeling out, feeling into, projecting one’s experience in order to absorb the experience of another. “In and out of one another’s bodies” (Maurice Bloch), “intersubjectivity” (Daniel Stern).
Notebooks full of conjuring, I’ve dreamt and striven to elucidate or embody, to caress and coerce language to convey or carry-like-a-message the interpersonal convergence, experiential agreement we might be signifying with the syntax and semantics of empathy.
There were moments, instants, it seemed evident, nearly obvious – as when a child ran itself across a brittle late-summer yard, lodging a prickled sticker in the pad of its heel, and hearing its friend following close behind, sensing its similar fate…a kind of “predictive apprehension” become co-mprehension as experience is multiplied, at least observably shared – at least sympathy – a feeling-with, if not –out; and –into.
Two humans losing their loved ones, or spouses enduring the same tragedy?
Experience-learning applied to replicated or duplicated occasions. Similar, perhaps, sympathic.
But “fully comprehending” journeys beyond this.
Apparently, empathy happens when one extends emotion beyond the individual body and absorbs, joins, or feels-into another – a verge of meeting, movement,
beyond into between, meshing as a sunset goes about forming itself, or the creation of fog – something like con-gene-ial requirements. Some of us, hell, all of us (and more) share genes, so this must be possible (we have a word for it after all!).
Our forms, our reach, must be flexible. We share-with, finally, down to our atoms out through our environment, galaxy, and beyond.
EXTENDED – EMBODIED – EMBEDDED
-components of empathy-
…a coordination of coordinations of actions…
(Humberto Maturana / Francisco Varela)
Perhaps empathy, a possibility of intersubjectivity, occurs when subjects extend awareness through a mutual orientation into a consensual domain…each feeling-out the other by feeling-into a shared sensual arena, learned by experience and therefore anticipated predictively…in rare occasions of empathy…simultaneously!?
In other words, based out of our shared genetic realities, generated by the kinds of experiences and “worlds” our species can have, we feel-out of our heartbreak, grief, joy, ecstasy, fear – emotive and sensual experiences – into con-sensual co-ordinated domains of those experiences occurring in some liminal, marginal space verging each; similarly to the way a coastline clearly separates and thoroughly connects sea and land, while both continue going on underneath one another.
Perhaps. But I was not seeking to describe, explain, or indicate empathy in language, my desire was to enact it, evoke it…and in that I have failed…ever to try again.
A Letter of Yearning Light – Friday Fictioneers 1-17-2014

It mingles as I tarry here. Fence and branches joining what they distinguish. From here to there I yearn. Details all so near. In my reaching they grow hazy. I long for you. I follow. I wander. Toward you? From me? Out beyond?
There was a time. It’s lost its focus. Forward, back, I cannot tell. I am here. A something-is divides us. Even as it joins. I reach across. I feel you back. And yet.
Yet not. The moony sun illuminates. Draws attention. Drawing all the lines connecting us, all the angles between.
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Many thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields and Erin Leary‘s image
for the continuous and faithful prompts to compose 100 words
responding to instigating images and the Friday Fictioneers participants
“A book begins by defining ‘Who I am’; it ends by asking ‘Who am I?’
We are allergic to the world; consciousness is an allergic reaction to the fact of the world; it is our understanding that is a form of irritation, a rewarding irritation, and we think, because we think, we have accomplished something noble, something valorous, that we can say what it is something means; but it is just a symptom of the allergy, the mind trying to rid itself of itself, of what enters it by casting it back out, words for world.”
-Dan Beachy-Quick-
Now and Forever
another new poem arrives…
Now and Forever: A Marrying Poem (for my wife)
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i looked at her
she reminded me
forever begins now
.
in a letter
comes a present
i receive
.
from her
from my past:
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“my forever is beginning”
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i had said
when she came
.
i look at her
she reminds me
forever began now
.
October 2010
January of ‘14
still forever,
still beginning
.
forever is never
absolute
but it’s relate-ive
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in other words –
“as long as” –
“i” holds together,
also “you,” and then “we”
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i look at you
the seeing re-minds
the hearing and touch
the tasting and smell
of forever,
and now
Longuage
i suppose some people might not know that if i get a poetic impulse i let it out here…
Longuage
We stitch. We wend. The warp and woof (or weft).
We wept.
And made language.
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Because beauty.*
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If occasion is beautiful, we long –
Longuage.
Longing will depress
[equal and opposite force]
therefore, express.
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We cry. Sigh and stutter. Susurrate.
We long: Compress. Express.
And make longuage.
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“A thought leaves no print; leaves only the print of word in ink on page.”
–Dan Beachy-Quick
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Without regard for Truth.
Aching willn’t analyze.
.
Fact fail.
Re-memory.
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We perceive the beauty and we hurt
and know not what to name it –
object, emotion, experience,
response.
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Falter, wend,
Weave and prove,
Longuage.
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N Filbert 2014
*I consider the “beautiful” the ‘total matrix’ of experience, i.e. some sense of a whole
Immunity (Writing from Everywhere)
perhaps you will be able to play this WHILE you read the linked entry below (as it was written)
Immunity (Writings from Everywhere)
Swimming with the Helix in Laughter
A belated discovery of the intricate workings of a friend…dig deep!






