one long continuous line or a thought that dissolves into the distance

 

 

start with 
the thought 
that to start 
with a thought
and allow the
pressure to think 
of the thought
to dissolve
to let 
the pressure
dissolve
this dissolving is
a solution 
he writes
it is one
solution and
for now it
will do
it trails off 
into the distance 
and at the end
of the page
obsolescence
i read
what a beautiful
word 
the gradual 
process
of becoming
obsolete or
out-dated and
no longer 
used 
he says
things are 
changing 
too fast 
to allow 
for notions of 
permanence
planned 
obsolescence
i repeat 
the words
and i know 
he is not
speaking
about how 
the term 
was first used
to explain 
the sudden 
loss 
of the value of
skyscrapers
as the new 
and the better 
continue 
to out-compete 
the old 
the calculated 
average 
architectural 
lifespan
of buildings
to give a rough 
estimate
for their 
impending
obsolescence
on the horizon
or in the air 
as it were
which due 
to their
ever-changing 
functions and 
tastes
it is believed that
hotels will 
become
obsolescent 
faster than 
banks
but i think
he meant
something else
words written
only 
in lower case 
letters
for aesthetic 
reasons 
he says
it is very beautiful
and 
anti-hierarchical
it’s horizontal 
thinking
one long 
continuous 
line or 
a thought
that dissolves
into the distance
one word brings 
the next 
and it goes on
like this 
holding on
to nothing 
to no thing
no body
she brought 
her dog in 
it was lying 
under the table
or under her 
chair all day
she said
that writing
started with 
the big bang
and so then 
reading too
i cannot 
imagine one 
without
the other
i am 
writing
no reading
it is two 
sides of the 
same coin
and
somewhere
in between
i am 
listening
for a
silence 
perhaps
or for
something else
it brings me 
closer to
a place 
where i can 
think feel listen
and change 
for a moment
how things are 
until
like it or not
there comes a 
point where 
the line
or the thought
ends
not because 
it’s finished 
it’s not
so i hold on
with fear 
and trembling
like king kong
i couldn’t resist
the high rise
and fall
this is not
a place to meet
without losing 
each other
i tremble 
as if
there would be
a salvation
utopia is 
not a dream
he says
it is what
we are
missing
in the world
and i hold on
to that 
which is
missing
one lives
in hope
the other
in memory
more or less
possible
more or less
liveable
building up
a world
word by word
one
on top of 
the other
in order to 
keep us there 
on hold
for a little 
longer
how much 
longer
i don’t know
until it
dissolves
into nothing
and that’s
a good place
to start from 
nothing
i draw a line
which is 
not a line
it’s more
like a thread
and then
replace thread
with pencil
and i follow
and work
my way
down
i feel the
gravitational
pull of 
the pencil to 
the paper
so to speak
in the legend
it’s a thread
in reality
something else
a thought
perhaps 
or a pencil
and it goes on
like this
the gradual 
process
of becoming
obsolete or
just simply
used up 
like the pencil
for example
as the text 
gets longer
the pencil gets 
shorter 
until there’s 
hardly 
anything left
to hold
or to write with
planned
obsolescence
can this be
what he meant
tools
and machines
or technology
descriptions
passages 
imagine entire 
pages 
or paragraphs 
paper 
memory 
he says 
he wants to 
start from 
the idea that 
everything exists 
already
that it’s an act
of resistance
everything is 
in connection to 
everything else
and what we
cannot 
understand is 
what links us 
together
standards
protocols
advice 
proposals
plans
programs
paradigms
keys 
qualities
behaviour 
contracts 
ideas 
beliefs 
convictions 
understanding 
distance

i pick up
the thread and 
write
it down 
on a piece 
of paper 
how much
longer 
not much 
just this 
one thought 
in mid-air
and 
it trails off 
into the distance 
at the end
of the page

 


text by 
mette edvardsen 
with reference to 
a poem by 
nick piombino 
vinciane despret
a conversation 
between 
nora joung and 
jean-michel wicker 
and agnès b 
speaking about 
édouard glissant

 

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