Date: Wed, 05 Aug 1998 23:06:32 -0700
Subject: Re: Along a node of nod$...


"Sway with me," Ms. Saw-genie.  This node made of wood and quite hollow
seems of as little importance as anything it either might or might not
possess.  Though still uneasy, its search ends, even as it catches itself
granting apparently selected and somehow nostalgic, 'ruinous' gaps of
dystopic irreverence.

Nostalgic irreverence indeed!  What understanding might one imagine would
allow a Kierkegaard, for example, to arrest that emotion closer to
approaching 'delight', perhaps, in thinking himself shorn of reassuring
certainties, than Kafka conveyed?  Note the node marking the absence less of
a need to 'discover' a meaning to his existence, than to 'live' that
meaning.

Then note the crumbs at the base of this knob, used here to signify the even
more evocative, one might affirm, Heideggerian charms of dwelling, rather
than merely living (on, off, or in) that 'meaning'.

Next comes Duchamp; then Blanchot.  T/here's an indwelling, a purr of a
roar, especially 'about' composition; more at the fringes of laughter;
amidst more elemental needs, but especially those having little if anything
to do with the future.

A late and unexpected nod in chaos,

D. Socha