As a leaf blower piles up
remnants of summer, one tone is a low sustained fundamental pitch,
similar to the drone of a bagpipe. The second is a series of
flutelike harmonics, which resonate high above the drone and
may be musically stylized to represent such sounds siphoning
the wind as it picks up a chill, a year after she left I visited
what had been her home. Two
tenants had lived there in the interim; but it would have been
the same if the space had remained vacant: persona clings
belongings (sofa, tables, chairs, bed) by revenant static.
The arrangement is attracted by a theology of the provisional,
lightning like incarnation of the spirit: gods, god-men, spirits,
souls of the dead, souls of animals, etc., etc.
|| The gods are travelers par excellence, visitors.
Everything in the cosmos gone, like the feelings she couldn't emote,
leaves the door opening onto, Ah,
always monstrously beginning again.
ruins we call