Pressed on and light gives no quarry. To have been before, rerouted, transfixed
and paralysed. Petrification of purified, jump cut and syringe, so much of it.
I have had then departs and radical edifice redact. Partitioner gone defunct so
varied participles their order on out and up. Down below waits in intense
glare. Season shift and marker taken through obscure processes of absorption,
immersed in solution. Barriers to perdition, unrealised traversing steps.
Old fields marked off for development, with skivvy strips on narrow posts
running stiff in the wind, a force that seized the mind. Lumber warping in the
yard and sprung-open doors and an unfinished porch on cinder blocks. An
untravelled road, power lines extended to the limits of vision, sinking toward
the earth as a matter of perspective, when the wind dies a suspense falls
across the land, abrupt and unbelieving.
Roads beyond and then lacks brevity, gravity. Facial mask concedes to no
expression. Whatís been before wonít wait and what are necessary underpinnings.
Breathless repetition to familiar haunts as done once more gives over to
sensory deprivation. Not enough light understates the Rorschach blot into
cryptic abstracts, thin lines and angular expressions. What was once and can be
again commits an erasure of self, what isnít used called up to regain.
A search party on the prowl, men on horseback strung out across the plain,
recapture some of the fugitives, shackle and march them in sombre lockstep.
Long shots, sky and plain, intercut with foreground figures, heads and torsos
crowding out the landscape. A statement about time, about all the densities of
being and experience, disguised, shifting smoky time tricked out as some locus
of stable arrangement.
Until aftermath reside and be pried. Anchored stoic wattage among leaves
slippery and whetted. Trains motive along tracks gain salience by connection.
Electricity switch and pylon posts hooked into linkages. Places among
landscapes accumulate graphical features. Entry and recant count up and busted
facade, the call value. Havenít a minute less than times carried to produce
yield, only vernacular to give out grain.
Go for long drives out past the retirement compounds and onto the long straight
interstate where kestrels sit spaced on the power lines, a sense of heat and
beach. The sun was edging behind the extended mass of the hospital for the
incurable and colder now, with flurries in the air, drifted off to a storefront
social club, or a candy store. A fight broke out in the middle of commentary,
five men in a fur ball of shove.
SIX PARAGRAPHS 6
That sense that little changes, caught in epicycles. Return rations give over
to disadvantage, and new evidence often as not turns to the cautionary of
damage and decay. Taking on appropriate weight eludes the frivolous and
flippancy. Try that in a different colour adds nothing to shape and hue more
than impetuous occasion. Substance perhaps only inhering in the accurate
measure, finding solution and taking the balance.
Looked out a window and saw someone moving among the poplars and ailanthus
trees in the most overgrown part of the rubbled lots. The wind comes with a
laboured drone. Grabbed a ride every morning with another packer in the plant,
waiting on a cold corner in the dark and then driving down to the ass-end of
the Bronx. You could feel the night expanding, standing on the sidewalk near
Times Square, a siren sounding half a mile away.
Dead nail sketch time and fathom that. How much of misuse and to gain beyond
ordinary dharma recant taunts and stones. Given to motion yet such similarities
as though this moment of contemplation could be sustained indefinitely,
sufficiency redux, less is more. No, youíve been around this block several
times before, no acrobatics on a tightrope can impress on the quiet essentials,
little real appetite for pyrotechnics. The incrementals of small detail only
The surface was indigo now, still faintly sky-streaked, washed by gradations
shade and motion, might have been Long Beach or Santa Monica or some blurry
suburban somewhere. Saturated undercoats and beautiful flesh browns, skin
strokes in every sort of unnameable shade and many grays as well, glaucous and
sky smoke, because itís always winter in Chicago and the gang members belong
their terrain, dissolved, they practically disappeared into atoms and
In ways of recuperation, low deck the mine head trundle. Familiarity was ever
priced at renunciative anonymity, lesser known and unfixed. Litten up and seen
through the screenís paper burns sapphire. Jaded and steep, been gone and done
whatís ever the warrant turn. One that connection did thorough bang crack and
splice juice lick, numbered series in a blackout of timeís continents. Shown
sack and pocket leak cover overed a new cloth the face retouched.
Has to go down the subway and wait for a train in an empty station, another
bringdown, stand there on the long platform waiting, hears a sound from across
the river, far away but clear, the way voices travel exact on the water at night.
Ducked under overhangs and passed through narrow openings, there were basement
passages connecting utility rooms and alcoves for trash cans and the old coal
bins that housed furnaces.