Architectures





1.

Thin cold sidles along the deer, their train, follows them like an angle laid at the foot of a living house, cold fact of means before it has taught us the heat of entry, the self it stands before, straddles, feeds.

Architecture of these loose bones worn passing near to one another, of cognizance turning into propinquity.

Open this stone. This bone. Cold season where another season leaps. Beneath the cold, soft inner back she presses against the marble column, the cold that surrounds us with columns, libraries, porticoes.





2.

I repeat myself, try to find passage from between, the closure of the circle time is. Escape from Albany!

I repeat to myself 
the line’s funny turn of the other on its way to self, kiss the face on the masthead as my ship plunges in.





3.

An angel comes from another town on some other errand. 

We are known by our accidents: the fish your father caught with someone passing near, 

angles of the house night yearns to turn, and turns into night.





4.

Night is a variety of wind, whistling across the corner of the house, to speak in a disturbance like human speech.

The lies I love,

angles yoke me to their machine, populate me with images, trains of thought, worms caught like fish from an unending motion.




5.

Both an individual and his worms glide through a cavernous gothic economy of grace, a being pocked with caves that are the lapses of ipseity, in which others live and glide past curves and down stairs, into the daring remainder of the body that’s shared: and in the surprise of my motions other motives are exposed. We are being led somewhere. In the caves of Persia Zoroaster celebrated the cosmos, the descent of souls and their going out again from the body of Mithras. Focused graces in the caves of my days.





Note for Architectures:

“But Pythagoras is not afraid to assist the truth, even if through surprising and vigorous assertions opposed to the opinion of men. he says that since providence exists, evil too must have persisted because matter exists and it is equipped with malice. For if the world is from matter it was clearly fashioned from the malign nature which was in existence at that time. And therefore Numenius praises Heraclitus for rebuking Homer who wished destruction and devastation upon the evils of life, not perceiving that he proposed to destroy the world if in fact matter, which is the source of evil, were to be exterminated. Numenius also praises Plato himself because he posited to world souls: one beneficent, the other malign (clearly matter), which, even through it fluctuates irregularly, because it is moved by interior motion of its own must be alive and activated by a soul, which is the state of all things moved by genuine motion.”

pg. 91 Fragments of Numenius of Apamea, trans. Robert Petty. (The Prometheus Trust: UK; 2012)