After Music

This very evening, Jean, they are ripping the square apart

As each idea forecloses an image of the world

Our now, this here, the instances of documentation

Light-eaten

Moth-eaten world

The music that description means interface becomes experience

White on white noise

Ambient form whose form is the intrusion of speech

In after-office sunrise, painted on noise

World on world

Your face discloses where light was

In 1915, Malevich, Red Square or the Painterly Realism of a Peasant Woman in Two Dimensions

Reminded word on word

Remained

When describing color is to fix the I until the names unfasten

Malevich, for whom the town has lost its colors and become dominated by black and white, for whom the significant thing is feeling

Dear Jean, the riot is our figure and ground

If light were separable from gesture, the interpretation of the real is our documents set to music

But we’re not

What Felt Like The Onset of An Historical Emotion

Or a mind is the silent ligature between the glass, the ornamental grass, and an idea of enclosure. Should not saying anything structure an imagination – sublime render, place improbable grandeur, trial sublime.

We Requested for Some Relaxing Forest Sounds

We are lost in the exact study of appearance. The particular wavers between: authenticity and appropriation, a quaver, one’s tying of a knot, oh please disemplot, one, someone, anyone, point by point from nature, in light rain, in sound, motes accidental, birds’ precise unknowability, the present volume increases as it recedes.