dr_con Posted April 30, 2021 Share Posted April 30, 2021 Final Note Con/Jur/d, 4/30/2021 “I’ll have it, as spicy as you would make it for yourself,” the place was called Phuket, (restaurant, not city) after all and she and I were bonded by closing times, and little- deaths, the ones, no one notices happened, tricked by ill- usions of continuance, Everything, immediately, irrevocably different -- The Heat, the heat squared, veering, accelerating progressions, imaginary numbers sweat, becoming quicksand trapping this body, from toenails to hair follicles (growing, growing), a matted, gluing expanse delineated holy-perspiration. We’ve been here before, are always still there, like the dance floor, where go, going, gone the bottom, drops out, every note, dragon scales, pulsating precious nets of light suspended from, branching from, a spine, an articulated skeleton whose hollows are filled with stars, we’re flying, the anatomical map has awoken, become, a territory whose coastline can never - ever be measured, we, you, me, should be asking, “What am I? How am I? Where am I?” When Home is the answer, it precludes the question. Why bother asking when you know? Look how simple, laughing, laughing, laughing only invert figure and ground., Suddenly taste: Thai Basil -- Lemon Grass -- Shitake the Red on the Bell Pepper -- the delicate scales of Anchovies crushed for Fish Sauce -- Galangal invokes a mist rising above a steaming waterfall, hidden beneath webs, Banana leaves a heavily scented flowering vine -- is that spinach? -- didn’t know jalapenos could cool like this dark-green moss bedecked by refractive droplets of water -- Tom Yum? -- or paintings aligned singularly, in well-lit rooms painted gallery white -- a constellation of bassbeat suns, gravity-waves, undulating umami guitars, sweet/bitter synthesizers, salty voices, whole planets swallowed by drums of unknown size and origin -- broth or wormhole? -- dancing or eating? shirt stuck to chest? -- there’s a mirror -- who’s looking? There it is. The Note played by the Original Birth still echoing when we’ve gone, back. Did we go? “I’m going to the bar to get water, don’t worry, I’ll be back.” Quote thegateless.org Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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