why poetry?
complex brevity

WARNING: PROJECTIVE GEOMETRY MAY PUT HOLES IN YOUR BRAIN. YOUR MIND MIGHT LEAK OUT – IF YOU WANT YOUR MIND IN YOUR BRAIN STOP READING NOW.
Okay, here is a geometric exercise that I find very interesting (for some context about WHY it is interesting, look here).
HARMONIC POINTS – Phase 1
The short setup first, then construction hints, then process, then comments:
my fingers are tapping to an unknown rhythm
a sightless pattern just below consciousness
feeding somewhere in the background of my eyes
it swirls, dives, escalates, tumbles
and words – my God, words! appear
mysteries profuse my skin
invisible knives punctuating reality
letting the dreams out
all the while
tap tap tap
and more: you, unquietly reaching
impossibly leeching, receiving
growing dreams of my dreams
with another blind seeming
a different kind of feeding
we, the complex together
cradle each other now
discovering pathways to ourselves
shouting keys and rending walls
loosing what we have found
Now, another challenge was proposed, to proceed to a third transposition inspired by Varela’s star cybernetics.
My response:
simplistic/complex —> multi-ordered simplexity
how to fix/how to engage —> ascripted re-presencing
compulsive mappings/flexible relations —> constructive deconstruction
textbook categorizations/situational phenomenologies —> second-order homeodynamics
control the universe through mapping/participate in the universe through walking its territory –> co-construction of universe and self
dominant masculinist purposefulness/creatively shifting between feminine/masculine —> post-dual dynamics
shift power from the described to the describer/described and describer abdicate power to each other —> described as describer, describer as described
psychic inflation and self-magnification/psychic robustness and continuous self-recontextualization —> the fractal self
a grand pyramid with the advocate on top/a complex web with the advocate teleporting between nodes —> a-nodal/plen(r)um-nodal phase space
lacking poetic insights/poetry as rhythmic healing —> language as regenerative/dissociative capacity
lacking a feeling for the concrete/able to connect without abstraction through action —> recursive manifestation/abstraction
lacking embodiment of an aesthetic/able to create and shift between evolving aesthetics —> the aesthetics of aesthetics
my knees are bent for you
my skin is quiet
I shed drops of Witnessing
into the waiting of your hands
the shadows have ascended
silver rays reflected
your world is becoming
it is in all the voices
here shall words arrive
not on my lips, nor yours
but still caressed
a meeting of sorts
out of sorts
still always flowing
an uncovering of
of what
what
will your tongue see
your eyes hear
our heart sing?
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