. . . this earth a spot, a grain,
An atom, with the firmament compared
And all her numbered stars, that seem to roll
Spaces incomprehensible (for such
Their distance argues and their swift return
Diurnal) merely to officiate light
Round this opacious earth, this punctual spot,
One day and night; in all their vast survey
Useless besides, reasoning I oft admire,
How nature, wise and frugal could commit
Such disproportions, with superflous hand
. . .
................................................Milton

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tools for putting the body through physics and geography - two

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optionart-ks

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thoughtnote 5

It is as if our form did not know how to resolve itself from one into two, from trunk into legs, from core into the extensions required to interact with the ground (the vast other beneath us with which gravity causes us to most closely associate) . . . and so it made a complication, our sex, in which we truly make the break from our singular selves into the multiplicity of the world: as body into body into new bodies . . . and so, also into time from space.
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Above our sex, we split again . . . so that we can interact with the world at some separation from gravity’s reign: and so find the possibility to interact also with ourselves. With our back curved against the world, we focus our being to the front and physically form the loop in which the universe miraculously becomes self involved.

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poetry passing time

(again)
poetry ends
(forever)
like time
(bored)
drawn from magazines
(quiet)
sitting still
(always)
in the face
(fronting)
all pain.