There are faraway words from Köln. Dull anger is revived. High rates. Loki tells me a few things. But much is lost to the phone and the emptiness of mediated communications. And there is great sadness. I fall asleep in this jungle heat. on the couch. Broken once again.
Waiting for Alyssa to pick me up to go swimming at N&R’s place on the lake. I increase my discomfort while enjoying her presence: alternately filled with hope and the despair of gaining and losing. And losing and gaining. Forgetting. And memories all but gone to mute darkness. Crows raise some noise in the back yard.
To doubt an Other is to doubt one’s Self. Give and Take.
Foreign words. Letters unwritten. Reports from Amerika. What am I seeing?
Not much. Thoughts play across the plenitude of vision (the results of vision. as it were). As the material of vision plays out, thoughts move simultaneously, not in comprehensile reaction, but in concert with the fluid seeing. The in-pressing of vision makes a structure on which to hang thought. (a form). Thought comes into concrete being and through the intervention of continuing the formal advances. Vision and Thought. Form and Thought. (the ‘normal’ expression (formal expression) of thought in language and the saying of language:
So What?
Later, we ended up swimming all the way across the lake and back together. Norm doesn’t allow it without someone in a boat going along, but since we are both strong swimmers, and Norm isn’t around… The water is deLightful, back-stroking in an infinite half-space of coolish liquid with summer sky draped over us. later, back at the hexagonal house, amidst warm entanglement, the rumbling solitude of summer storms pass by outside. Heavy rain. With wine deep on a mid-summer night, seeing Lightning and flashes of proximity.