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In those days …

This year, in our home, July and August and now September have been difficult months; no one died.

What does one write? Hollowed out, all confidence gone, wept dry–what does one write?

At the whiff of madness and grief, I am often tempted to flee into the visual and tactile arts. Abandon writing for a sojourn in process-based and non-communicative territories. Making. Solitary Homo faber.

What does one write? Picked the lock on my daughter’s room; this time, nothing found.

David Jones made “Exiit Edictum”; he did not write it. In contrast, William Blake wrote much of: “Satan watching the endearments of Adam and Eve“.

Silence after sense. Meaning outside of narrative. Narratives! I can’t afford them; I don’t have the foundation. Give me something material: leaf tannins staining the sidewalks, moldy melon rinds, the unread sediment of now. A narrative would be a corpse.

Meaning unmade; unmade meaning. Found.

Exiit edictum

Exiit edictum. David Jones, 1949.


Galton Hollow List

Having just returned from a week on the water at the Dale Hollow Reservoir, here is a short, incomplete inventory:

Shale: everywhere
Cliff-side yuccas: plenty
Opuntia: several
Bluegills: plump
Chiggers: yes
Dragonflies: uncounted
Dragonflies perching on the rim of my beer can: 3
Spouse’s siblings and nephews: 6
Green Herons: 2
Water snakes: 2
Turtles: 2 (one dead)
Catfish lines: way too many
Unidentified, waterside shrub covered with butterflies: frequent
Stainless steel bowls accidentally pilfered from houseboat: at least 1
Raccoons witnessed at 4am: 1
Minnows in my trap: 0