Writing this from the perspective of i ... because there can be Nõ other way for me to write except from the perspective of eye ... i ... kokoro ...where "Eye is an organ of sight that converts light impinging on it into nervous impulses ... and in vertebrates the impulses travel from the eye via the optic nerve to the brain, where they produce the sensation of seeing" (Webster 336). Thus while our eyes and hands extend to touch the meaning on the page what does the Water say?

Will the Well show us the way home? Will Being show us the way home?

This is the most difficult peice i've ever written because it reaches so close to home, to Yeats and his connection to something timeless, to Being speaking through him, to love speaking through him. Like Yeats i have Nõ control over this passionate poetry and prose as i feel so connected to the soundscape and to the poetry that rings in my ears, to the theatre of synaesthesia, to the kindred arts. And i have to write about Beckett's All that Fall and why the train was late. i have to articulate Being and Blooming. It must be academically sound and creative. i am afraid i will not be able to articulate as well as i would have hoped. i'm afraid i don't fully understand what an "ontological difference/awareness" is? i'm almost certain this will be more creative than academic.

Maybe i should listen to the wisdom of Flowers, to cherry blossoms and Forsythia by the sea,
and write this as an open ended Nõ text about

the Rose and the Railway

about Nõ Flowers and Language Being and Blooming on line ... online ... on line ... online ... on line ... Nõ Train goes round and round.
The mythopoeic Railway like water from the Well flows forever. It is as if Yeats spoke to me there.
It is as if the Railway went on forever and ever and this is all about writing and the heart articulating.
i do not understand it all but i know that i am compelled to write this Nõ book.

Is this just poetry or purely academic, just academic or purely poetry?

i am compelled by something, by the articulation of Kokoro, by Being articulating, by Nõ thing articulating.
This is a kind of ecstatic writing, all the while my heart is beating and breaking,
searching for an illusive insight or reverberation, correspondance, some way to be home, safe 'n sound.
i must find this in myself ultimately. Each and everyone must for we are utimately alone with Nõ thing.
Nõ thing and Nõ way must be known alone through the perspective of i / kokoro.