la limite de nos mouvements en désordre dans cet espace étroit déjà renouvelé
dream of revaluing everything all the time when
everything is all the same. thinking with the body’s
things as they move. scared of the death sense
made of the guilt fiery encounters in personal and
public history. snare the stuck habit, a new feeling
situation did not send my attention this way. adjust
the symbols as you are pulled through the space: someone
consistent, someone changing. did I move too fast, too
slow, too high, too low? consumption of an elastic kind,
just like honey.
what I came to name later, being looked after
by these figures, dreaming the basis of what now realised.
I move the way I write in a moment of a real
loss noticed. a soldier about to shoot the farmer, making
a slow motion crash into an obstacle of wooden panels.
to say something while you move would be movement too.
something moves me, I did not do it. the reactions are
the movement, dream-like, not material. counterweight
reflection on fidelity and loyalty, recognising what tensed
against it, the contingency of the same.
the discipline between release in the front, in the back:
the sex of place. imagining the witness, witnessing
the witness, to destabilise the whole effect. you brought
light in. have I stood too firm in myself? am I near or far
from my ego?
Scott Thurston’s most recent book is Figure Detached Figure Impermanent (Oystercatcher, 2014). He co-organises The Other Room reading series in Manchester and co-edits the Journal of British and Irish Innovative Poetry. Scott lectures at the University of Salford and has published widely on innovative poetry, including a book of interviews Talking Poetics (Shearsman, 2011). See his pages at www.archiveofthenow.com/