I follow the saccade
deeper into its sound
of diurnal jerky eye movements

looking around the scene
undecidedly hearing a thrush
thrusting and pecking

the molted exoskeleton
of a mold-housing nymph
masked by chirping cicadas

left, right, above: within one’s head
all scrubs and trees alike
abolishing absence of life

between the dewdrop’s depths
of summer twilights and the
bat crossing human crossings

silence smiles with sharp monotony
when invited
and heard

it’s early morning
when I say it is
time to wake a walk

                               —animasuri’24

trigger:

Ruefle, M. (2012). Madness, Rack, and Honey : Collected Lectures. Seattle, USA: Wave Books. Retrievable via: https://archive.org/details/madnessrackhoney0000ruef/page/n6/mode/1up

Walking
through a Cartesian space.
crossings:
that thickness

aligning:
corners at zero:
the signpost
of all axes meeting.

meeting:
at Octant VIII’s axes.
axes as liminal spaces
that mathematically exist

axes,
with
a thickness
of infinite thinness

where
relativity
collapses
into singularity
and physics
seizes to not-exist,

here she enters
not
as she imagines it

but
as she thinks to know
deductively
she enters Octant VII:
it’s a bit frisky here,
sounding playfully cold

and yet
here on these axes, at zero
or elsewhere
if one wishes
there is no entropy,
infinity existing
as none-existent thinness

the air is thin,
the ledge is thin,
the logic is thin,
the queue
at the Octant II box office
is even thinner, but long
as is she

for a spot
to be placed
point blank,
a pint, a copper
and a bet
at the tip of a plus-sized vector
instant dietary callback.

for there
is one dimensionality
collapsing into zero:
therefore thinness
is an infinite obsession

a point
rolled out and
lined up straight
around the globe
curved as fabric

at the event horizon
where mass is large
curvatures are dances
to disintegrate

and light
to not escape
can this space
contain
border-crossing movement
as it occurs?

or
is it infinitely
confusion to her,
at the moment of crossing

where width is synonymous
to negligence of length
and deals are made
in corridors

isomorphically crossing
the line
where she fights abstraction,
absurdity, and, and!
abbeys brewing
dark beer

physics’ reality
seizes to exist
the moment
she abstracts into axes

physics’ reality
seizes to be
mystified
moments she crosses
barrels

physics seizes
reality
when
axes direct and engage
in velocity

physics warbles
when
their mingled
chemistry intoxicates.

Take a breather:
she wears perfume now.

At the none existent
liminality,
pivoting
morphology:
sized
and measured up

forces
delineated
and poles
swapped

one might find solace
in Cloud Atlases
or Naked Lunches

“I’m positively in your debt now,”
X capitulates, yearning force.
Coins tossing
the nightstand.

and just
when you think
she will,
she powerfully doesn’t.

                    —animasuri’24

We expect Jean and the others
We expect you to like each other

We expect you to like Jean
We expect Jean to like you

“Each of us expects” Jean “to like the others”
Therefore: “We expect” Jean “to like each other”

Jeans seem to us
More or less than himselves

And yet, out of the blue denim:
Who are you?

                  —animasuri’24

Some Triggers:

Kirschner, P. A., Sweller, J., & Clark, R. E. (2006). Why Minimal Guidance During Instruction Does Not Work: An Analysis of the Failure of Constructivist, Discovery, Problem-Based, Experiential, and Inquiry-Based Teaching. Educational Psychologist, 41(2), 75–86. https://doi.org/10.1207/s15326985ep4102_1

Mayer, R. E. (2004). Should there be a three-strikes rule against pure discovery learning? The case for guided methods of instruction. The American Psychologist, 59(1), 14–19. https://doi.org/10.1037/0003-066X.59.1.14

Phillips, D. C. (1995). The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly: The Many Faces of Constructivism. Educational Researcher, 24(7), 5–12. https://doi.org/10.2307/1177059

Piattelli-Palmarini, M. (1994). Ever since language and learning. afterthoughts on the Piaget-Chomsky debate. IN: Cognition, 50(1–3) (1994) 315-346. Elsevier Science https://doi.org/10.1016/0010-0277(94)90034-5 pp. 328-329.

Neither explained nor deleted
he sat on the porch
looking over a paved-to-small,
inherently squarishly-walled courtyard:

“why is it
that porches evoke rocking chairs
and vast grassy landscape?”
he hummed amused.

His name long forgotten
with words wildering
as wild flowers
and misty vistas
circulated none his own

should ‘ve seen
to be leaves ’n that tree
as vowels autumn’d to soil
that he folded forwardly
moaning backaches from toil:

“a last sip,” ‘e said,
“a last sip before the next.”

                —animasuri’24

one of the triggers:

“je n’ai pas eu besoin de cette hypothèse”

      —Laplace (1749– 1827) presumably 
      (and, among others, a visit to the Wikipedia page)

The shiny surface
is licked by a raspy cat tongue
he carries around,
cat and all,
as if in the other pocket
from the rabbit’s foot, scraped white

fur, or is it German, for
the purpose of having
the thing mentioned
as a function of being
as much as saying nothing
with as many words:

“whatever the passions,
the birds sing on”
as clockwork, an early
glimmered soloist sounds
through the smallness of a rooftop
opening: weeny window into the world

If yet a slurped pebble,
a flicked calculus heard afar
of a tiny courages stone
and language games
fixed in the changes
of a tight tied-on shoe: cats do lick

of rules and regulations
for all language is heteroglossic
and games are not executed
in a sand-strewn place for combat
as bloodshed alone is but a word
when the swording thumb points down

stolen if its etymology
is written instead? unheard
or is it novel
and continuing to develop
meaning neither here nor there
not yours nor mine as fake affordances

he uses it as such
he has meaning
drinking from his hand
gulping, without pause
from his hand alone
diverse tongues and all

                   —animasuri’24

Some Triggers

Bakhtin, M. M., Emerson, C., Holquist, M. (Trans.). (1981, 2011). The Dialogic Imagination. Four Essays. Slavic Series No. 1. Austin, Texas, USA: University of Texas Press. Or, heterogeneously: https://archive.org/search?query=Bakhtin

Oliver, M. (2005). The Problem with Affordance. E-Learning and Digital Media, 2(4), 402–413. https://doi.org/10.2304/elea.2005.2.4.402

Whewell, T., Fell, A., Churchill, N., Ashman, G., Murphy, P. (2024, July 30, 9:32-10:00). A Slogan and a Land: Part One. IN: Assignment. Podcast, Online: BBC World Service. https://www.bbc.co.uk/sounds/brand/p002vsn0?partner=uk.co.bbc&origin=share-mobile

Wilson, B. (2022). Wittgenstein’s Philosophical Investigations. Edinburgh University Press. Or, alternatively voiced: https://archive.org/details/routledgeguidebo0000mcgi

Museum of thing
you can look, distance please
you shan’t touch
you keep it there
unscathed

Library of thing
you can touch, ever so timely
you shan’t own
you bring it back
having seen better days

Shop of thing
you can own, exchange really
you shan’t return
you stay away
made to decay

Then there is that
there, out of reach
unknown actually
coveted

Thing: the three preons
into human existence
and a fourth as if a prion
folded to rule them all

                —animasuri’24

Coastal walks
chew raw greens
handpicked from dunes
feet trampled trampling wind

prickly saltwort
weeding turtles trampoline
and sharp sheaths of grass
brambly nostrils sand grains grit

There she laid, there she went
There she ran off, there she slid
along the warm dune’s thighs
onto the edges of seas and shells

salty memories
slip between fingers
of walks sensual burning to soda ash
as bourbon on the rocks, ’n’ waves breaking

coastal walks
as printing eroding eroticas
yielding salty tastes:
I love you dear.

                 —animasuri’24

Schadenfreude,
that fortitude towards suffering of others
that ode from vice to virtue

sliding off a smile
as butter on toast, as cheap analogy
regurgitating references with laughter perverted

Schadenfreude,
that ultimate copy paste
that medicine by hypocritical ode to care

slipping from unspeakable tragedy
into resounding laughter as echoes of pain to come
hiding existential fear roaring in a smile, a giggle even

Schadenfreude,
that pleasure pleasing plethora
that spitting over pops of held back cackles

gliding glee in layered voicing
as compassion lost for a moment
in that actuality

of an event abstracted
into a felled model
of human staggery.

                                —animasuri’24