Wednesday, January 18, 2012
dollar store
(good
ol'
genie
wanted
to
try,
if
at
all
still
humanly (?)
possible,
to
teach
me
a
little
bit
about
the
latest
and
semi-
soundest
"archiving
principles"...)
"...at one time, sir, we were...I think...surrounded by physical objects...remember? ruminating on occasion, deep into the cold, knotted red hand's winter evening... come to me, physical objects... listen to this voice- my voice- you scattered physical objects... there is still so much here between us... still an awful lot we have to share and exchange with each other..."
the ancient masters,
the archives...
the marshaling of so much unpublished and unmanifested...
material...
(much of it dead, locked, out/postdated, redundant...)
(some of it painfully relevant)
(most of it no longer even accessible)
odd...
the sorting
the sifting
the taking
the spending
the leaving
(withdrawing once again into one's cellular chamber)
(withdrawing ravenously into one's own imagined protection)
didn't
even
necessarily
want
to
talk (!)
or
have
to
think
about
all
the
disparate
categorizations
and
cataracts...
catacombs...
archival properties
archival theories
archival silence
and tendencies...
(bunker mentality,
sea chests,
sandy bottoms,
abandonment...)
"...maybe he should have worked harder...I dunno...maybe he should have seen farther..."
such an obscene mass of:
1) knowledges [plural]
2) folly, sin, madness [singular]
3) memory, memories [both and neither]
4) hidden, unknown, and nothingness [no longer applicable]