Monday, February 25, 2013
The eye of the hurricane is calm, it is a quiet space while the hurricane winds encircle. Words and meaning might show a similar pattern. The meaning is the quiet space, with minimun verbal volume, the sense is just-- appreciated. The verbal thread that leads to this (ideally leads to it) is where the winds blow, blowing everything offcourse according to a pattern controlled by geographies unconcerned with one's -- sentence; one's breath is grabbed and winds into an unmeasurably small component of that which is blown. Beyond any consideration of authorship or cogency. Small shock then that so little of use is ever encountered. The possibility remains, of, communication. Slim, possibility.