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2019, 6*, arch, cause and conditionality, compromise, crane, doing, identity, intuition, knowledge, letting go, life, love, not knowing, obscuration, opportunity, others, poessay, scandal, self, shadow, sitting, thought, writing
poessay XI –
lookitallathisabouttheplace –
both the obscuration and the opportunity difficult
either to see or to take:
I don’t know what to do –
inject into causality
project over condition (whatever
I’m sure that’s not the way to do) –
I can only know what I intuit
usually de-spite “I don’t know
but will step in line
if you let me join the gang”
best served unnoticeable
but not really
me no matter how deep the cover;
so back to the hunch –
crane reaching from the crumbling arch –
written up on giddy foolscap
(given half the chance, or notice)
but this is not me either
just a more clever ‘I don’t know’;
than all the others who don’t know at all
or know by some rote too lazy
or compromised to know (what I
might know) or those who
say they know holding me deficient
that I don’t behave as they know
(compromised to behold), or then
there are those who seem to know
despite the prevalence and norm all about
from whom I absorb
through my very xylem
and then heavy-shadow them all about
but they don’t know either
just more mystically or glamorously so
until the scandal;
so don’t try to know at all
because any of this knowing
is just a whorl somewhere
within cascading causality
making sure my specious self;
just let the self go
this knower, this knower so much better and deeper than anyone else who does not even know what is to be known,
let it all go
and sit with the not-knowing,
watching all the fluidity with
piquant love
————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–
compromise wormhole: looking for the right exit
crane & doing & identity & thought & writing wormhole: travel // when I die
knowledge wormhole: Dulwich College, London, 1871
letting go wormhole: at Kreukenhof
life wormhole: psssssh
love wormhole: The Boats of Vallisneria by Michael J. Redford – The Valley
others wormhole: quietly in my quiet house
shadow wormhole: breakfast
sitting wormhole: – creak —
