Sunday, May 5, 2013

5 may 2013

Peter Gizzi [voca]

Beginning with a Phrase from Simone Weil

            There is no better time than the present when we have lost everything. It doesn’t mean rain falling
            at a certain declension, at a variable speed is without purpose or design.
            The present everything is lost in time, according to laws of physics things shift
            when we lose sight of a present,
            when there is no more everything. No more presence in everything loved.

            In the expanding model things slowly drift and everything better than the present is lost in no time.
            A day mulches according to gravity
            and the sow bug marches. Gone, the hinge cracks, the gate swings a breeze,
            breeze contingent upon a grace opening to air,
            velocity tied to winging clay. Every anything in its peculiar station.

            The sun brightens as it bleaches, fades the spectral value in everything seen. And chaos is no better model
            when we come adrift.
            When we have lost a presence when there is no more everything. No more presence in everything loved,
            losing anything to the present. I heard a fly buzz. I heard revealed nature,
            cars in the street and the garbage, footprints of a world, every fly a perpetual window,
            unalloyed life, gling, pinnacles of tar.

            There is no better everything than loss when we have time. No lack in the present better than everything.
            In this expanding model rain falls
            according to laws of physics, things drift. And everything better than the present is gone
            in no time. A certain declension, a variable speed.
            Is there no better presence than loss?
            A grace opening to air.
            No better time than the present.

For Anne Loecher's homage to Lorine Niedecker, click here.

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