Monday, November 24, 2014

sequence - turbulent and placid numbers

Our watery selves are awash in numbers. We negotiate rapids, falls, dangerously silent shallows, all
equations of our mortality. Our consciousness can be described as a direct result of our proofs for existence. These proofs can of course be fallible - there is no shortage of the indefensible, the "but it is so" and "how can it be otherwise". If we are guided by our watery self, we can glimpse how seeming contradiction and implausibility fog our insight.

Consider repeated attempts to arrive at an equation for turbulent flow - an admirable cascade of qualities, integers, arrivals and departures.

Consider the thresholds of silence - solitude, death, infinity. The numbers are there, beautiful, still, but where are we?

Here. Voyagers. Our navigational charts and stones evolving, exterior synapses, our familial chordata.

The Kappas of the mind!

Wednesday, November 19, 2014

d r e a m

yellow pine  

copper  needles

over earth

among trees

in this green wood

blue flags

blinking like stars

Friday, November 14, 2014

k i t s u n e

r e t u r n

i didn't expect the the wordlessness

living in another lan(d)guage

my talking mind retired

t a n u k i

J e n ' s (f i s h)

copyright Jen Hitchings 2014

words returning
pictures drifting into sight

d r e a m (etcetera)

med så på

(with so on)



bending fingers

bowing mind

g h o s t




it's not here,

but everywhere.

k a l p a