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which makes me, again, reconsider the importance of Bachelard and Blake and even Bakhtin (minus his marxism). perhaps there is a matrix-mind which can hold or contain or unify, dissonant priciples, without negotiating with the syntax and grammar which are implicit in dissonace. Which goes back to the functional anatomy of the pineal gland and the importance of music in night vision. That blindfolded human being were in fact able to learn echolocation. Through sound. Which makes me reconsider the musicality of language as being so generous as to contain dissonace. Which makes me consider Brahma Nada and crystal bowls. Which makes me consider that music could be the key to organs that are postmodern. Which makes me fall completely in love with process. Finally that faith makes it possible to walk through darkness without a God.

now that i consider it. i see that this poem is
: a representation of my mind. the way in
: moves in and out of past/present,
: dream/wakefulness, without Telling this. the
: poetics are working as a representation of
: my mind as it is. Ha. What more could i ask
: for. now that i see the lyrical mode as one
: of the only forms that can contain
: dissonace, i see that i probably have
: postmodern organs in a lyrical corpus. this
: knowing of what one is in language, or an
: intimation of it, is the only reason i
: write. if i were to give you my mind for a
: minute it would sound much like this. i dont
: care about audience. i care about faith to
: process. just a monlogue here. but i see
: that finding a poetics is necessarily, a
: deconstructive and reconstructive effort
: which includes and must include all of ones
: being. and GC came to me in spirit and
: initiated me into the lyrical mode. ha. a
: priest of music. not a priest. but something
: is always given in silence, even through
: wires. here i ramble in an adolescent way,
: self praise and all. but do you realize how
: much a struggle it has been to be actually
: able to say: here is my mind.

: Boj

: ryan--no need to feel compelled to answer to