Loss-in-connexion,
connexion-in-loss, is the emotional tone of wisdom.
Whatever it is, don't hold onto it. These days, I'm much less
interested in mind, which may be lucky considering statistics on
Alzheimer's in the over-my-age set. It's the way emotion precedes
intellect that moves me, the way emotion means more when intellect
gives way like wooden blocks when you pull the wrong one out. I lost
that game twice, but the net was laughter and reconstruction. It's
raining on the palm today. Stevens saw real palms in Florida: even a
metaphor has literal root. The end of mind is not palm, though that
comes closer than some possible conclusions. When I opened facebook
this morning, I saw Goro's wife's body on a bed, lit
candle on the table beside
her, his note to thank
her for having married him. It
is “finished,” he writes. In
the machine translations, “is” comes last.
--12
August 2016
Zwicky, #56
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