this post appeared twice, and then vanished...symptomatic, perhaps, of the elusive nature of this 'here' of which i am murmuring. there is no 'here' in the blogosphere. no fixed and stable point of origin or articulation. there is only contingency and connection. there is no word made flesh. it is not a bLOGOSphere.
it is a mysterious utterance indeed to say 'i am here'. where? the 'here' implies the 'w' which foreshadows it. that there is no 'here' does not mean the blog is without value. but perhaps it is more amenable to the gift of hearing than being, somehow, here.
"Are we truly alone
With our physics and myths,
The stars no more
Than glittering dust
With no one out there
To hear our choral odes?
If so, we can start
To ignore the silence
Of infinite space
And concentrate instead
On the infinity
Under our very noses-
The cry at the heart
Of the artichoke,
The gaiety of atoms.
Better to contemplate
The blank page
And leave it blank
Than modify
Its substance by
So much as a pen-stoke.
Woven of nymphs,
It speaks volumes
No one will ever write.
I incline my head
To its candour
And weep for our exile."
