The Case of the Mysterious Blank Planket That Wouldn't…
The Case of the Mysterious Blank Planket That Wouldn't Sit Still
Late ... Past the hour when sensible people throw desk lamps ... haha ... Don't put this down ... we're just getting started ... Small yellow circles cross a standard letter size piece of paper ... Outside now ... the radiator river is darker stripes ... click click ... tower bell ring ring ring ring ring ring stop ... Settle down prison sentence ... We hear it the way a beginner mind elder places a preamble envelope over a rattling soet flea o'ly anz ...
Upstream Spirits ... industry stages bottling as a contrasting distribution ... Lost Flock Wild Authenticity ... O'orkley blend of ecological truths + familiarized integrity ... Words For River Fields ... termite bark terminology glossed over riparian banks including bulbous roots ... A Fall At The Farmhouse ... unplanned accidental incident due to an untallied variety of hazards... Anima Entities ... that are believed to possess consciousness as a gradually dying agency ... Against The Dying Of The Village Ox ... pastoral villanelle life force stock ... Green Lot Why Liliqui Grows ... does not appear in any of the provided sources ... and there is no direct definition or explanation for it in the given context ... Try harder ... green space property ... chlorophyll mermaid ... make-it ours ... Beautiful Meurt Swarm ... hive of deceased attractive rendezvous mammal parts ...
Don't reach for the pen ... yet ... The first thing you do is examine what's in the room for a while ... Not the contemporary office behind glass doors ... The architecture is the house sitting with many straight corners and other edges ... doing the work of framing and separating ... all the way around and through ... Standing on its own like a coat of glistening paint on a space capsule ... Each component agrees with the proponent near it ... Nothing else to do ...
We run down our list with the patience of a night guard ... Punctured Graham Cracker ... Zip Lock Bag ... source fidelity ... registered the wrong way ... An army green door has a trailing space hanging off o'ly anz ... and so we push it back into place ... it closes with a soft smush ... Another door reads "Jones Joneses" and we mark it as a possible slip ... Move on Noga ... This is where most receivers give up and walk out into the wet colorful glowing asphalt street ...
But the elder didn't bring us a key because each hole has its own shifting light ... staring back at us ... the way certain masterful black and white portrait photos have tender eyes that look fixedly at us ... no matter where we happen to be in a great room ...
soet flea o'ly anz ... won't tell us what it means ... The lamp here is even lower than dust bunnies hanging before a squeezed shadow ... That is our protocol's first lesson ... don't decode ... The concerning thing isn't a code ... It's a sound item worth documenting ... Something we should hold against our ear ... the way a wild girl holds a shell to her eye to listen for what is no longer in there ... We sit with the concept ... Soet is sweet softened ... a consonant slid under a micro cloth ...
Flea is gone ... before O'ly notices the prefix key on a ring we can't read ... very easily where we're at ... Anz is the tail of hands ... a French countryside pronounced from a long way off ... We write down what the metabolized fragment might launch ... a new O' compound in cells that take part in charged moe-doe-ieties ... Also ... pieces of character structured as one breathing mechanism ... a meditation on what gets reduced to O'only ... after the stained grains of sand are swept up and put back into their porcelain containers ...
The second space ... Liliqui ... is botanical garden dreamer ... and mid afternoon urban vacant lot under soles ... Tiny white daisy blossoms escaping from concrete cracks ... French syllables qui ... who that ... is hiding in the second asking ... We don't decide on character now ... Persistent ... we note that they could be ... and describe what kind of figure outlasts buildings that used to be here ...
The third space is darker ... For dies ... A hum somewhere ... bees ... or something even older ... They stripe-ids ... inside this Beautiful Meurt Hive ... We received all of the frequencies at once ... beautiful and dying ... lovely mortified ... that binds life to death ... wonderful mute horn of the silenced ... We don't pick just one ... and leave all of them wide open ... And so the hum continues without us ...
The fourth space ... O'tapest ... smells of old wool and fresh cut cedar tree wood ... A loom with countless loops in the corner ... thousands of threads hanging slack ... Weavers usually drop new couples ... paired things falling out like firm or unripe fruit ... We note ... them her him ... Jot down what they all might be ...
The fifth space ... Kwah ... is a cul-de-sac at dusk ... blood orange dusk ... sprinkler ticking ... The Joneses' porch light is on ... Ahh ... Vanessa Para Hu is the suburban stand-in family ... a name coined to hold what the original denomination can't ...
The sixth space ... Anima ... is wind in willow trees outside a soulful place we used to know ... Breath not forced ... figure who animates places ... of note that each one could be its own companion ... and that the series would produce a diagrammatic representation of something our practice has been waiting to map ... maybe an expansion of a service sector ... or reshape working class employment ...
Our protocol's deepest move ... We don't crack ... anything ... because the places are not ours to own ... We just take inventory ... what does each space carry ... what might each prison cell open onto next ... and we move back out into the main corridor with our notebook and slide a file across a cafeteria table ...
The elder always decides which doors to walk through ... on a different night ... when O'tapest announces what kind of figurative species she is ... O ... MG ...
Here is what we've learned ... Full scans are preliminary ... Passages keep the solid ground space standing ... they matter ... but the work isn't always just the big picture window ... Past Present Future psychic mosaic fragments are why we the elder placed the pieces ... They are seeds that resist decoding ... As compressed insight ... past the hour when sensible people leave their work behind ... to full sense other worlds ...
We don't grade ... Or ... generate our sweetest sauce ... The elder simply reads the file and revises it ... Somewhere ... far off ... a vinyl record is playing a song ... that they almost recognize ...
