Soma Feldmar

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If Language; Space-Bound / Time-Spell

                                                            - for M.G.L (always)

 

 

If language is a virtual reality how do we get back to actual reality without losing language performs each reality in simultaneous time performs language through subject often matters too much matter cuts off language splits into four  of me is now multiple scouts sent out to set up a watch and control tower at the outer limits of language does not know which direction to look into when ones own name let alone pronouns and articles become troubling when language is politicized subjects have no where to run on sentences are no way to escape

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


 

    listen brilliant concrete

           breath ghost

                  must cloud stream

 

you soon sky

    surround my fever

                     day ocean

 

         naked over linger

    only rhythm voice

 

                  sad

                      slow

    warm salt squirm

        some ferocious after

 

I most were

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


 

If language was only about language and not things would slowly disappear into gravity reversed by the wrong name applies to everything is only language can not be about experience is only the experience of language is not incarnational union only has meaning between two bodies collide without words represent but do not enact mimicry is not a means of survival in reflection must necessarily be split the mirror down the middle of a space between two words is not silence is more than the lack of language happening all at once would be meaningless experiences do not exist like Stein who said ‘nonsense is impossible’ to separate subject from the making of meaning language can not function without a subject experiencing subject

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


 

In the beginning time was short and quick duration covered the space of memory took up vast distances were recalled constantly looking for you were recent in my past tense muscles would wrap around empty spaces criss-crossed with spider webs broke under the weight of your absence brings water stretched the length of my vision no longer clouded by hope kept me tied to the memory of future moments only elongate time turned into language is what is remembered now confuses history with the past images of you are not here time and memory twist the duration of reality is relative to the space taken up distance does not mean separation is inevitable weather patters bring fears of loss is a function of time will not save me from your absence takes up so much language

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


 

    exhalation fills

         space    broken walls

 

    for    you

                there is no home

         empty of meaning

 

                     meaning here

      “an alphabet of sites”

 

I give you this    mouth

 

      hallways of breath

 

 inhabit my language

                     is full of holes

 

        problematic

 

   inhalation allows   excess

                         duration   of   absence

 

         disturbance

 

                  the    placement    of

         (my)       body in space

 

    tries to hold you

        my blindless window

 

                        press

           fog from absent

 

              breath

      a type of architecture

 

   I am    outside

continuously

 

              (your)     body