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From The Critics[S]hapes a fierce, unresolvable argument of worlds and words.
THE HUGENESS OF THAT WHICH IS MISSING
Call the direction the eye is looking
the line of sight. There
where it grazes the surface
of the visibly surging
without reference to a field of human presence,
don't look away.
I haven't looked away.
The neurons spike quickly. And the catastrophe
will be consummated even to the end, to the absence of ambiguity,
a new range of feeling. Torn awake. What if
a man went into his house and leaned his hand
against the wall and the wall
Look how your relation to truth creates a tension
you have slackened with compromise.
Yes, and the more
distant it is, the more I have valued it. But to stand
where the crossing happens, as fall oaks fold
into lake light, and so
wearing reflection, take a further step inside—
No, the voice said, you will strike out
into a forest of pain, unpathed, wolved, clouds muffling the mountain ridge
and spilling down in runnels,
blindness with confusion come to parle, at variance with,
measuring out an exile between self and self. Driven
transverse. Nevertheless you will begin to arrive, to know
from intimate impulse
the crucial experience of ... the threat of dissolution of ... but not yet.
There is something more
than rhythms of distance and presence,
of more quality than the set of qualities determining figure and ground
and suffering, where respite is so often
misinterpreted as a horizon.
Isn't the word for a turn of phrase
itself a turn of phrase?
Something was given to me as a present
and a specter was attached to me, pregnant
And in the throat of language,
and in early June riots of starlings,
and in some crumbs in the seam of a book,
the solid real steps out from infinitely diluted experience
saying, Tongue I gave you. Eyes.
At any point in the trajectory, the body might stop. Do you recall this part?
But who is it that is speaking
in the glorious, unstrung light?
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|The Gradual All||33|
|Line of Descent||49|
|Facing in All Directions||89|