One to ten:
One. The poem is a space into which the reader listener enters.
Two. The poem is the space wherein reading and listening are forced toward intimacy.
Three. Traditionally this has been called singing.
Four. Such song is heard when the leprous water is drunk and the water tastes of the sweetest wine and the dead, diseased skin flakes therein catch in the throat and yet taste of the most wondrous bread.
Five. One form veils itself in another and yet the poem is more than synaesthesia. The simultaneous veiling and revealing amounts to a meeting of at least two singers in a single song. The single song meets a cycle of song, the space into which the reader listener author enters.
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Ten. From Latin immolat- ‘sprinkled with sacrificial meal’, from the verb immolare, from in- ‘upon’ + mola ‘mea. The sacrificial meal, a song that sticks in one’s throat, a throat whose open woe and infolding joy has struck all the way through one’s heart.
Be careful how we eat language.
Name to name; at the conclusion of this moment the name plunges into name and immolates itself. A meditation on forces bigger than we.
We must be careful of how language travels into the void.