A form of wandering includes losing one's bearings but may bring me closer to surprise. Of course, all too often it feels like "there's no way to get there from here." By definition it is a form of remembering, bringing me closer to something or someone unexpected. LIke coming across the "feathers in the files" in my dream. "So that's where the feathers in the files came from." I was surprised, but somehow I had expected this.
Ready to face something means ready to do something. (My book) "Theoretical Objects" is virtual poetry. All the materials for poetry have been presented within a supporting atmosphere- an emotional tonality has been supplied. Still this all consists of music only. What is not supplied is a musician or the occurence of a playing, a concert. This is all left to the reader. So, there are blanks- which can only be filled in by the readerly imagination. Although it loooks like one- this is not only a puzzle, though there are puzzling aspects and there are possible solutions. In the end, there are only readerly solutions, each one, though, of course, slightly different from the last. This is an invitation to create the dance, in order to hear the music. The actors and the characters are only too willing to come on stage, but only the reader can call them to order. Even after being called in, they are certainly an unruly lot. There are sullen loners in there who are not all that interested in communication- but these too will probably eventually make themselves available at a certain point if the reader is persistent.
Again and again one seems to be at a precipice, an ending point- where only incoherences seem capable of living or existing. If this is so, then let them be there be too, in order for them to have the thin atmosphere of such stratopheric latitudes in order to be seen or felt to play their parts.
Anything can supply a narrative- a story can be built around anything. Just as in life, one has to go through an entire cycle of feelings and perceptions once a specific story- (or image-complex) is opened. At any entrance, of course, the reader can go in any direction. This is established mostly by what appears inviting- though this isn't to say that this is all that insubstantial. Evanescent at times, but not merely a vapor. (2/19/99)
