[Title]: Epiphenomenal Gestures (poses)
I don't attach any importance to life
must consider scale, or render scale a foreground to void (non-symmetry)
I'm unimportant to life
But branches of salt white branches
All the bubbles of shadow
or classic vicissitudinalty rendered as epiphenomenal referentiality. "Bubbles" pop, just as cultures pass away, the meaning of that, rendered as cognate to the transcendental reality of physics itself, ie substance (our epistemic description of it) as shadow, or representation (an inscriptive 'tracking').
And sea anemones
'Zuhandenheit' which poses an interesting linguistic iconism of something like 'Zoe-handed-heights',
a pre-continental philosophical metaphor grotesquely united to a cryptic anthropomorphic immanence which also supports the universal genetic heritage.
Go down and breathe deep inside my thought
and one which illustrates the form of the idea, iconistically.
They come from tears I don't shed
From steps I don't take which are steps twice over
is also a nod to a long tradition of classical Hindu poesy. If we then conclude that semiosis = aesthesis, or as a figure of naming, one could say: "Reality is an unfolding Beauty" which is then cognate to ancient etyms of Techne, we might, paradoxically as well, consider spirit, in the sense of apparition, ie 'the world of appearences' as daidala (prodigality).
And which sand remembers when the tide rises
historical, and prophetic nods to Tesla's inscription in the sand of the structure of Alternating Current, as well as a wonderful new versioning of the Heraclitan arrow of time figured as discrete semiosis, or syntaxis. Consider the phrase, "Erasure is also inscription" as a translationary intermediate figurality, ie, Semiosis is |positive|...
The bars are inside the cage
And birds come from high up to sing in front of these bars
back to buddhist ideas of layers, or 'gunas'.. and even "The medium is the message."
An underground passage connects all perfumes
which also combines the Husserlian "ph(a)noumenal" via Keatsian NC with Amour Fou
figured as some possibly delimited sense of the Freudian drive, or non-linguistic process, possibly,
but also connotes an archaeological architecturalism, ie memic drives as 'computational autonomies'
which dovetails nicely with Maturana's Autopoiesis..
One day a woman entered it
capricious and fertile, but also, sexes the subject in terms of scale and sensitivity to figure
the 'agent of syntaxis' as a system become icon (bio-lexeme) entering another system (Umwelt)
which is the container of immanence (beauty = perfume) with subliminal suggestions of epiphenomenality (wafting, drifting, roiling, being consumed, sniffed, read)..
That woman grew so radiant I couldn't see her
which also seems destined to perform as a metaphor of this 'process'
as some form of episteme, or at least, a "cognition of change". This also seems
to pose the question of referentiality as both internal experience, and inscription
as an optical production.. also prefigures pop cultural meme "blinded by the light"..
With these eyes that have even seen me burning
the second law as the 'ground' of autopoiesis as a 'metaphysics' ie productive / destructive..
I was already as old as I am now
And I watched over myself over my thoughts like a night
watchman in an immense factory
The only watchman
The traffic circle still cast its spell over the same trolleys
The expressions on the plastic figurines hadn't changed
They were chewing the smile's rye
here, a small homage to de Chirico, and in the last phrase only, Dali.
We could dig deeper here, but we won't.
I know of a cloth in a vanished city
to a materialist episteme of memory re: inscription, here figured as 'cloth'.. common metaphor
of fate as construction, ie, threads, etc..
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