CONJUNCTIONS: A Web Exclusive
How the entire story is enjambed with color—
The story is the story of slashing forces, a non-place without figures or trees—inscapes
The hunt: to be storied, to add to the narrative, named in the mind.
White glitter of quicksilver, transformation.
Dark as the wall of a cave, darkness is origin & end: ropes of
of inky whips, afterimage
What if what is base could be made priceless? What then would be the value of value?
Failure must be hunted. & veiled.
To be transubstantiated. To be god in the making.
To be of not in.
To leave the hunt & be it.
To leave numbers—all counting—abandoned, on their sides.
To walk out the door & see the white surf crash & seethe
Autumn Rhythm (1950)
The dream has reappeared: everything in black brown & white.
Strange that we have been on the journey so long without talking about it.
That joy is always a leave-taking, a looking forward & a looking back: not simply unlike sorrow, glinting with regret.
A leave-taking that’s mute, but full of the acknowledgement of eyes.
That the death drive & the life drive can be one ecstatic rhythm, conjoined in a convulsion beyond intention.
That forgetting so much does not matter: What matters is the way conviction is carried
Midnight forests, moonlight: scent of rain on dirt paths littered with withered leaves.
That ideation should give way to figuration, the cold energy coiled in great cursives.
Memory or premonition? The way the beach, the dunes and the sea-oats, are crusted white in winter, the wind-whips raising the latest layer of powdery snow.
The way the wind shrieks around the scree, lawless, counterpointing the ocean’s rhythmic bass.
The way the sheet-white snow, & life, and life-in-death, are allover in this utterly indifferent composition.
Number 1A (1948)
from disaster the air of resurrection
Not that which has been lost, but that which has been gained
against a mass of struggle, strife & infighting
the air is thick with light—
not what is
in energy & motion
to the pilgrimage—
lithe twistings & contortions
of desire finally freed
finding itself free