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| Peter Gizzi [voca] |
Beginning with a Phrase from Simone Weil
by
Peter Gizzi
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.
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