Nate Capehart's poetry and prose outlet; CUTBACKCULDESAC

A reblog/rerun::

Time is not a line, but a network of intentionalities.
Maurice Merleau-Ponty

Intentionality is not only being conscious of something but being conscious of something as something, where the ‘as’ is hermeneutical, constrained by contents stored on the backstage of intentionality.
Shaun Gallagher, "The Inordinance of Time"

A perception, as sudden as blinking, that subject and object are one, will lead to a deeply mysterious wordless understanding; . . .
Huang Po/



Panorama: Pea size (don’t divide it)

Mars here; Betelgeuse there;

A memory of a close rockface and a feeling of exposure;

dropped into a living forest of now;

a taste of whiskey in the landscape.

We have been here before

at the pawnshop at the corner of space and time where

trees form a canopy near a green field for running through

and we trade I for now,

(don’t divide it with words)

and rain falls gently raising mildly scented dust

in the mindscape as time

flows through the mountain meadow, a gentle stream,

not noticed unless late for some moneyed appointment


or war;

dividing,

trading now for " I."

I would like to thank the
central committee
for allowing me.

I come before you
Without a title
Having none,
I can only claim what this
Is.
This subject
Objectifying itself.

Do not keep me alien-
Outside,
Allow me to be the bird;
The flying flower.
To dissolve into
Contingency and
Stop being other.

I wish the central committee had
Better eyesight so
They might notice when
We cry.

The world is archived
In a tiny globe
made up of tiny crystals
If you wish to retrieve it
you must join it
and know your password.