Obituary 11
memory lattice: describe the back of the deck As a remedy,[1] tears function as[2] an overcompensation of thirst. In which[3] always a good glass ready,[4] to fail, becoming window, to fall, to your feet,[5] to be entered, be the other [6]
lake.[7] So you find your pearl of consistency sharp as sun at its center deep inside the waters.[8]
Whenever you melt into tears you know immediately the words next to come:[9] Which one was that you lost?[10] This sol gold, this lune sliver,[11] or this sad hurting little pea?[12] One sober eye wide open under nights after nights of softening. Yet it is there.[13] Pain a vagabonding signifier,[14] is recalled, and then,[15] the self.
Errata[16]
[1] The saddest tale, [2] you could imagine: an overcompensation of thirst [3] -lost. [4] A drink offered but failed. [5] Soft fleshy goblet of sweetness but no sight of, [6] cherry or the almond
[7] to be. [8] The king enrages, the queen goes pale, the little princess takes on the look of brewing hysteria and disquietude overdone. The entire town sent off for the search. And you,
[9] would rush into melting into tears for not the answers but the question.
[10] Before anything comes out tears enter you as Wavelength, ever-longer than you remembered, reddening the space. [11] The film [12] looks exhausted and firm, like it has been playing long before seeing began, long fixated, burnt in, in
[13] a subtle silence in a still square in sound as in the colors in the air. [14] And you know this silence, subtle, violent silence it is what you see lie waking in the middle of a dream still off with your shoes and a name, vulnerable as an afterthought.
[15] From where on nothing could be saved.
Ghost Apple 1
News reported ghost apples found hanging off deep winter branches in Michigan. It was believe that the cause was a significant quick-drop in temperature coinciding a high-moisture weather condition. This resulted in the apple’s instant encasement in that ghostly kiss of ice and a simultaneous withering. Thus, ghost: perfect double-exposure of life
embalmed and life evaded.
It’s certainly unique, the article commented, though there might well have been other undocumented cases. Ghosts elsewhere.
[16] draw and reveal
Ghost Apple 2, or 2x2:
When we were taught to write the characters a specific type of exercise book was used. Thin mint-color booklets bound with graph paper inside with rows of rows of “field-grids” printed allover. Field, or Tian grid looks like a square further divided into four quadrants, named after its resemblance to the character Tian (⽥). Paddy fields. The intention was to help little children improve their writing, with the cross pinning through the written character’s center. One word for a cell, centered and
grounded. Like a charm
I nonetheless, took pleasure in infinitely fitting my words into the
smallest open. The pleasure of escaping interruptions and cuts. The
instructor was of gentle nature or simply did not bother to correct my ill
behavior. Or perhaps, she was a true clairvoyance. Having seen it all.
That a crucifixion is never rid of as long as one still resides in a square,
manifested in forms or not. Or worse, that it is actually desired.
She could have at least mind me of the risk. Of making every say in a verb defined by removal. Prometheus’s rock is not the only one that rolls unend, all rocks anticipating a hill are. And every see-saw tilting.
Ghost Apple 3: conception of a communal form for wishes made
2024
Single-channel video (05:00): ice, metal, clock, mirror with delay
gravity as by exhaustion as by the eventual clarity.
The seeds are to be collected and preserved as an alternative piece in a velvet archival chest. Adds up to a weight of 21g.
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‘Believing herself to be an orchard she always plants the seeds
thoughtfully whenever she finishes a fruit.
Not too far ahead, someone would ask how to tell if an apple is ripe or
not and someone by the entrance would tell them one can’t go wrong at
this time of the season. Since it is the cold that brings out the sweet.
While according to certain popular psychology book on tears, grief is
what makes the saline and the pallid, anger.
Either way she would never know without a mouth in her eyes.
Some see a cemetery here instead.
Looking does not suffice to turn every ring into a looking glass, the
kind of light through which one pass and have total knowledge
acquired. But that in which one becomes, the known. Headlights.
The mistake began in taking the circumference of a vicious circle for a topological torus, where continuity is not the ladder down the well but a throat. She dropped her voice through yet nothing returns, not even an
echo, no sound of contact, on water or an end.
Just the initial drop, then the horribly sweet fall, falling, falling
still life, to be consumed:
Dress properly, set the table for a dinner-for-one with the following
/heavy duty velvet
/napkins, folded in doubles so always a front hidden, extra soft
/an elliptical plate, or a plate-ecliptic: best if rotating at the rate of 1,670 km/hr /a card that depicts some form of a cup
/a fork on the left
/another fork on the right
in the meadow
of any sea
Seat yourself in comfortably between the legs of waves like you know chairs well by heart, like you have been one, and dine, in time. The to
be renounced. Practice daily for 27 days.