"...time arises out of repetition, but time is not located here, no, time flows, and it does not flow from the metronome to me, but sideways, somehow time moves between us, before our eyes." ~ David Read Johnson
leakage is itself generated by the repetition of form or movement or role, by the restraint from harm, by the faithfulness of our rendering, whose shadow it is.
no nothingness is born from being, and flight from repetition, (for repetition is a prison), for nothing can be repeated, chaos is generated from order, white water from narrow shore, freedom is the offspring of being.
for the material body, and what is called reality, are repetitions, territories, beings, banks, and it is due to their proximity with each other that lines of becoming arise, and these lines of becoming are energies and consciousnesses and minds and imaginings, they are the freedom that comes with nothingness
...the most enduring repetition is our body, each day i awake into it again, and see these teeth, these eyes, this hair, and remember this history, again
it is because i am body that my impulse to move my arm must soon come to a halt, for my arm can only go so far, (though in my mind the movement continues on), to keep it moving i must first return it to my trunk and then set out again, only to be reigned in again, and again, repetition, shore, bank
and my heart beats, over and over again, each day i brush my same teeth and look in the mirror and see the same me, as much as i try to change myself, by doing something different for a change, only to discover me again
it is in this discovery of the same, of the repetition, that gives rise to my soul, which says in protest, i will not be held to these boundaries!"
and flies out the window, looks down from above, seeing far ahead, and in so doing pulls me out the door, fills me with ambition, generates my project, my dream, to transform the world, or myself
myself, or the world.
"...so it begins with repetition, and repetition generates difference, and difference forms into things like time and space and purpose and images, and repeating these creations cause new differences to arise, which we notice, and feel, and animate, and then express, around and around" ~ David Read Johnson
Being in Proximity to the Other David Read Johnson Apr 17 2004 https://2d452806-f22e-460a-bd3c-544fc604efea.filesusr.com/ugd/242f9d_392d9081f2954edba919f4756f03e215.pdf
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Excerpt (Part 1)
Artwork: “Rose”, Devin Becker (source)
BEING IN PROXIMITY TO THE OTHER i turn to my side, away from you, you who enter my space and intrude on my peace, you, who lie next to me, whom i have married or loved or met or seen or withdrawn from, who breathes as you wish, whom at times i can't bear, the smell of you, the way you move, the way you deny me. i turn to my side and you turn to your side, and we move apart, all the while keeping the other in sight or in mind, and a strange thing happens, for this sideways movement around each other becomes an orbit, a constant escape which never succeeds, an eternal return, yes, as i walk out the door in the morning and return in the evening, as i turn from you in bed to get some space only to find myself, again, in your arms, as we argue then kiss and make-up, slam doors and send cellphone apologies, yes, the whole world is spinning around itself.
REPETITION let me begin with repetition, what is repetition? listen to this metronome, the ticking.... each sound is the same, the repeating sound, but something arises out of this repetition, something else, something different, yes difference emerges out of this repetition, and this difference is time. time is the difference from one moment to the next..... the sound repeats but something has moved along.... rather this nothingness, that is this difference, that is this time, time arises out of repetition, but time is not located here, no, time flows, and it does not flow from the metronome to me, but sideways, somehow time moves between us, before our eyes. similarly space is the difference from one location to the next..... i place my foot out and take another step and somehow space is created, arises, exists, space flows out from these locations, space is not where I step, but around my steps. when we begin with the repetition of sounds or movements, could it be that these repetitions, similarly, give rise to difference, in the form of images and meanings that somehow are not located in the movements, but seem to exist around them? could it be that from the concrete sounds and movements come intangibles of time and space and image, from the body in repetition emerge the intangibles of spirit and mind and consciousness? between bodies arise lines of becoming that flow sideways, between them, and not from one to the other? and so perhaps what we call leakage is not from another image arising from a distant source, rather leakage is itself generated by the repetition of form or movement or role, by the restraint from harm, by the faithfulness of our rendering, whose shadow it is. what then of the paradoxes of matter and energy, of body and mind, of reality and fantasy, or subject and object, could each be an aspect of the play between repetition and difference, for the material body, and what is called reality, are repetitions, territories, beings, banks, and it is due to their proximity with each other that lines of becoming arise, and these lines of becoming are energies and consciousnesses and minds and imaginings, they are the freedom that comes with nothingness, so yes, it is not that there is being and nothingness, territory and free space, no nothingness is born from being, and flight from repetition, (for repetition is a prison), for nothing can be repeated, chaos is generated from order, white water from narrow shore, freedom is the offspring of being.
BODY AS REPETITION the most enduring repetition is our body, each day i awake into it again, and see these teeth, these eyes, this hair, and remember this history, again, as i walk into rooms i need not speak or introduce myself for i am recognized, oh that sometimes i could escape this particularity and become mist, fog, a fly on the wall, an eye in the sky, to cloak myself in another's form, an invisible man! but this has yet to happen to me as much as i may have longed for this, it is because i am body that my impulse to move my arm must soon come to a halt, for my arm can only go so far, (though in my mind the movement continues on), to keep it moving i must first return it to my trunk and then set out again, only to be reigned in again, and again, repetition, shore, bank my inward breath cannot continue forever, it stops, i pause and then i exhale, and my exhaling does not continue long, for soon i breathe in again, and my heart beats, over and over again, each day i brush my same teeth and look in the mirror and see the same me, as much as i try to change myself, by doing something different for a change, only to discover me again, it is in this discovery of the same, of the repetition, that gives rise to my soul, which says in protest, i will not be held to these boundaries! and flies out the window, looks down from above, seeing far ahead, and in so doing pulls me out the door, fills me with ambition, generates my project, my dream, to transform the world, or myself, myself, or the world. so it begins with repetition, and repetition generates difference, and difference forms into things like time and space and purpose and images, and repeating these creations cause new differences to arise, which we notice, and feel, and animate, and then express, around and around ...
Artwork: “The Quickening”, Esmerela Raven Aponte (source)
Excerpt (Part 2)
David Read Johnson: …in this close proximity… our souls light up, incandescence, like the coalescence of dust into stars…. May 31 2022 https://loveletterstofutureme.org/excerpts/david-read-johnson-in-this-close-proximity-our-souls-light-up-incandescence-like-the-coalescence-of-dust-into-stars/