“The challenge is to write relevant poems…”
Your writing reveals your personality. Maybe
there is nothing to say. You are an empty glass,
no halves until
you realize your body is neither an object nor a
map. Pointing.
Until you realize your body is neither you nor
separate
from your mind. Your body reveals nothing. Maybe
this is what you have to say.
Pointing reveals direction. Your personality
reveals nothing
about your body. Your body reveals the point.
Apparently
“death” is not a four letter word. I think we
already knew this.
Four letter words we already know include "east"
"date" "doth" "head" and "hart."
"This" is also a four letter word. The challenge
is to write nothing
that reveals your personality.
Direction reveals your body over time. Time is
something we would like
to pursue. We would like parallel instances and we
would like to meet
each other. We would like to get to the point. At
least
we would like to get going. Maybe
this is the direction we would like to go.
The challenge is to observe your body from within
your body without
becoming separate. The point is over there. Where
I’m pointing.
The direction is a distraction from the map, which
is neither your body
nor an object. The map is an idea of your
personality,
an idea of an empty glass over time. The glass
fills with dirt. The glass
is full of air. Space is everywhere. “Dirt” is a
four letter word. “Glass”
is not. Maybe this is the direction we would like
to have gone.
