At the edge

"That shoreline where the island of knowing meets the unfathomable sea of our own being is the landscape of myth."

"At the edge of consciousness, there are no explanations; there are only invocations of myth."

The edge, the dancing ground for what William Irwin Thompson coined wissenkunst, or knowledge-art.

KONSTKUNSKAPANDE

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Tråckling in

I felt a cleaving in my mind
As if my brain had split
I tried to match it, seam by seam
But could not make them fit

The thought behind I strove to join
Unto the thought before
But sequence ravelled out of reach
Like balls upon a floor...

nysta runt
sprickbildningen
fästa öglor
ögla
i flikiga sårkanter
mönstertråckla samman
världens
flytande plattor
mentalisera
tråd dra
bygga brofäste
utkasta sig
förkastning
fallet
fallgöra

and so it is
that the time light bodies
took to fall
becomes the time
falling bodies take to light

fallet
fallgöra
vinggör

The way of love is not a subtle argument
The door there is devastation
Birds make great sky circles of their freedom
How do they do it?
They fall
And falling
They are given wings

regenerera
ogöra
braindrain

I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,
And Mourners to and fro
Kept treading—treading—till it seemed
That Sense was breaking through—

And when they all were seated,
A Service, like a Drum—
Kept beating—beating—till I thought
My Mind was going numb—

And then I heard them lift a Box
And creak across my Soul
With those same Boots of Lead, again,
Then Space—began to toll,

As all the Heavens were a Bell,
And Being, but an Ear,
And I, and Silence, some strange Race
Wrecked, solitary,...

hjärtats
örhörande
rytmande
svar
...