{This idea is not yet it- but when I wrote it I had an image of a "work inside a work.}

If you didn't want to hurt me I might want to live on the same planet as you.

Instead of a construct that asks you to string things one after another one that allows things to emerge on various planes of thought and feeling.

The physical emerging from (the) thought and (the) thought from the physical.

Measure, a way of hurrying completion, also foregrounds substance, particularly how consecutive things, side- by- side things, brace each other.

Feeling asks for acceleration, particularly accelerated interaction. A release from isolation. Solitude-poetical isolation. Unit=alone=fragment. Subject invites object over for a conversation.

Just read!

Circling in. Enclosing the circuit.

Form and content, man and woman, feeling their way around in the dark. Also, as an end in itself, occasionally feeling good, very good. Also, occasionally, unavoidable at times, at many other times, very great pain.

No matter what, step by step. One dance, awhile ago, was too much in a hurry- as if set to music, pre-set to music. About its what would be a better question then " what's it about?"Things are ordered by going in reverse. You thought of it sooner than....what? You thought of it?

Every now now and then, let that reasonable one in charge fall asleep. Who was checking up on you? Other than what? So it glows. A strange one, stranger, strange.

Dissolution is scary. Things fall off a table and you get reminded of those careless moments (were they?) When you let yourself get distracted. 1983-1984. "Have it your way" -(J. Walter Thompson).A kind of contstricted, choking, feeling. then all that can be extracted is an agonized, fact by fact elicitation of the "here and now." Illustrating that the imagined and the illusory are not the same.The illusory is just as much a threat to the imagined as it is to the real. This is why when it too easily inhabits the foundation of either one we immediately anticipate a collapse. So when something falls off the table... (9/6/94)