Communion

Something like precision

The journey of Man is intrinsically linked to science and technology.  Together, they form the narrative of human history.  Time is on the X axis and technology is on the Y axis and the relationship between the two is like this:  /


Modernity postulates, by looking from the future backwards, that the present state was inevitable.  It purports to write its own history, following that skinny line (/) right back to the bone. 

enumerates space

Conventional physics says:  force= mass x acceleration.

Ok. 

and purports to have answers

But Einstein said “an event may be the cause of another only if both take place in the same point of space.”  This means that there is no guaranteed cause and effect relationship between two separate things. 

Einstein also said “God doesn’t play dice with the universe,” which means that when we see chaos, it’s only that our eyes cannot see.  And last week I heard we sped up a particle past the speed of light.  The implication of us shooting a particle past the speed of light is that it briefly traveled somewhere else in time. 

This leaves us with a serious philosophical problem: if a direct relationship between G and D or X and Y or J and C can never be established to a certainty, it follows that 1+1 is sometimes 0.  It’s also sometimes eggsnfishnkneesntoes.  Sometimes it’s cornmealhashumbrellasquare.  The universe must have space for these realities. 

to lymph pus and salt water;

This is us.  Blobs. 

to one misguided glance

There is an inherent flaw in the nature of understanding. 

or chosen word.

The Arabs said that the body of a woman is like a fruit.  The Greeks said it was like a tree.  The English said it was a landscape. 

A thousand ways I could tell you one solitary thing;

We cannot simultaneously know the speed and location of particles without interfering in their nature.  These particles rear their heads at our microscopes and begin to spin because they are, themselves, the size of light.  To see them you must force them to be seen. 

The problem looks like this:  r=E(w{i}) (a{i}) (a{i})

I see you from a distance. As you come nearer I see faces on your body.  A white shawl clings to you and becomes erect with the wind.  You see me sitting patiently in a lime green chair and the clothes begin to fall off. 

Do you know how to construct a man? 

That in the end,

The paramount effect of sexuality is its production of involuntary physical reactions from without.  Flesh perceives flesh is drawn to flesh.  Sex suggests sex.  Every perception is responded to.  And every reaction is in turn perceived.  Our bodies are distinct, yet in their silent knowledge of each other move closer.  And every possibility that is suggested becomes so:

arms and legs and asses shaking in the air like tambourine players but in silence or groaning.

all food comes down

Start by cutting the shape of a Man from cardboard.  Make it life-sized.  Give it feet to stand on.  Put paint on its face.   Build him in front of the sprawling hills of Algeria.  Make holes where his eyes are.  Poke one where his penis is.  Put slits in his hands so he can be proven to bleed. 

To eating;

Splatter a heart on his chest in red—it will stand out so much against the rocky sand.  Let him float and explore until the landscape changes and his feet become dirty.     

Every partner, one meal

If you bring him near the ocean he will expire quickly.  The land near the sea is flat and lined with brambles.   His eyes will become large and his knees will sag and he will fall into the brush with his mouth open. 

you never tire of.

The last part of him will be some insignificant bit like his arm or foot and a small hill will form where he was. 

And between them is for once nothing,

The way entering you feels.

My mind goes white.

Love that little space

I look at you and you begin to look like me. 

Where your ass

I try and remember my task.

Meets your back  

My mind fills with the names of roads and sound.