Announcing: Poetry, Thought, Word Magick

Launched November 3rd, 2021

Dear Reader,

I know I’m not alone in considering there’s much to worry about in the world, so much to get over from the past and to lament and be weary of in the present – yet it is in ourselves to vindicate the future.

Our land is split and, while some fires have been put out, others smolder if not continuing to rage. The shore is littered, the seas are rising AND… a star beckons. I’m not sure if we’re being asked to walk on water or wing it into the unknown night; but here, on the ground, I’ll be tracking our hopes as a way of laying asphalt of moonlight for your highway over the deep. This highway ascends. I speak for myself and to myself when I say, have you denied your ache for the higher?

Terms of the title of this newsletter to be unfolded over time – and again refolded, origami-style! (The Heideggerian crimp likely to remain implicit throughout its rift design). Each term, in the end, a swan.

As to form and posting schedule, I’ll respect the flux for the present: together in conversation, let’s allow – in keeping with Guy Davenport’s Shaker-based dictum, “every force evolves a form” – our own evolution upon this online interface, towards adaptation and immersion in the anthropological-technological, ontological-phenomenological, virtual-vertiginous sublime. In other words, I plan to maintain a lot of flexibility for the sake of adventure and the unexpected. For sure, as a tracing of the workings behind my body of work and real-time works in progress, this is to be the newsletter that stays news, its topicality lifetime-threaded, filled with intimations of the source.

“Nothing remains but what rises above the abyss of today’s monstrous problems, as above every abyss of every time: the wing-beat of the spirit and the creative word.” – Martin Buber.