"The World is not something tolook at, it is something to be in."Mark RudmanI look and look.
Looking's a way of being: one becomes,sometimes, a pair of eyes walking.
Walking wherever looking takes one.
The eyesdig and burrow into the world.
They touchfanfare, howl, madrigal, clamor.
World and the past of it,not onlyvisible present, solid and shadowthat looks at one looking.
And language?
Rhythms of echo and interruption?
That'sa way of breathing.breathing to sustainlooking, walking and looking,through the world,in it.
