I wrote these two short verse paragraphs at the beginning of August. It felt as if they were waiting for a third to round them off so I put them aside and, I’m afraid, forgot about them. No third paragraph has turned up, so I suppose this can best be described as a work-not-currently-in-progress. ✏️
Marvell’s Cromwell, 1654
Escape the mindscape, see it for
what it is: topography cut loose from place,
like velocity without position. What we want
has always been a contradiction:
to stand outside, beside, and watch ourselves
immersed in doings, goings-on — events,
dear God, events. Business, in a word.
The brain attempts to shape disordered phen-
omena; momentary advertance is enough
to upend materialism, set it on its head.
Nudge ideas through the looking-glass;
mirror, I mean: diction matters, too.
Change always was interpretation’s point:
Unity (theory/practice) cuts both ways.
From each, to each … no one is left out.
The mind’s a powerful muscle, unattached
to any tendon.