looking at photographs by philip-lorca diCorcia this evening

New testament

I am not the same and i am the same, thank you

I'm here, I arrived on Tuesday and I think its funny, this process of leaving, moving, arriving, shifting. when do decisions get made? how does it all come together? I'm reminded of something Rumi wrote that I read somewhere - about how the future comes, that it enters into us long before, etc.

I think it is an interesting and mysterious process, this thing of how the future arrives, how the seeds of intention are planted long before through process. thats how I experience it anyway. I think I recognize my intention early, and then let it sit for a long time, the intention - sometimes barely recognized sits in the dark for a long time until I can bear to recognize it. perhaps this is the process of manifestation.

I like the idea that things are conceived in the dark, developed in darkness



Underneath, train’s wheels roll fast in their grooves. one way / forward, stop / go.
metal moves in different ways - back / forth, but all together forward.
Inside the train car too, people enter / exit, orbiting different planets but all together - in / out / forward.
Next to me, women speak a different language, their molecules of perfume armours them and invades me.

the train rolls into the west 4th street stop and I look out the window and wait to roll on.
Becoming visible are idle bodies on the platform
I imagine seeing you there, once so dear to me, dressed as surprise yawning wide open, imagine that we make eye contact for a single fleeting eye-blink of a moment before the train rushes out / forward
before we dissapear back into the darkness of death and creation

The Answer
By Bill Knott

Leaving the house,
the house will be
left completely,
from cellar to
attic my absence
entire.

Do I enter the world
the same,
my presence felt
from cloud
to ditch?

Only in departure whole.
Arrival
is always partial.