becoming language, language becoming, being becoming us through the language between us
meaning - me an i ng - me & i ng of language - standing / meeting on the bridge of Nõ meaning
"Emotion or affect is aroused when a tendency to respond is arrested or inhibited ...
Music that is in a key creates the tendency to resolve or look for resolve" (Meyers)
How do you carry thunder home with you? in a zip disk? in a CD?
Here i am playing the contours of the mountains, with words upon this Nõ tree
of Theory & Roses, of Why & Why Nõt, of Being & Roses, of Being & Blooming.
Thrown like a butterfly upon the wheel by Fate into Daesin (being in the world)
into Truth via word, Freedom via song, Blooming with Nõ questions why
i am on Nõ ground, on Nõ bridge where Nõ train and Nõ sails carry us Nõ where
Dialectic self transcendence into and beyond Plato's cave (paedia, education) (Versenyi)
through and beyond Yeats' Well (into the abyss beyond the ground where silence echoes logically)
with Joyce's Blooming and Kukai's Feathered Pen within Heidegger's House where growth is unfolding like a
Hana / Flower / Rose and training unfolds like a Flower or grows like a Tree
as Art or Flower Garden is studied and cared for still intensely over a long period of time18
The simple cloth unfolds the blue well/veil/sea/sky where language speaks through us as conduits, where the Well of the Hawk is Nõ well, where wisdom resides in the water words. Like the simple cloth unfolding the blue well/veil/sea/sky the spacious sky sets no barrier for the light (image) to shine therethrough (Kukai). Is this alethia - Truth, disclosure where the etymology of blooming is physis, growth, education, paideia ?
The rose is without why (: that's the Sileus thing i've ever heard :) while i am trying to ride/write/build a trans-cognitive Railway Line over Nõ bridge to Nõ where, opening the way for Kukai's brush to fly across this page ... and i am Nõ thing more than Blooming in the Kosmos/mundi/world, forwording emails to the moon, sending railway lines home across the sea while reading Heidegger going back with semiotic dust clinging to all our things ... semiotic things clinging to all our dust. While we wear masks of Being in the temple of being, in the temples of language, with language of the temple in towers of language ... in railway stations of music ... where "utensils, technology have an intermediate position between men, things and works of art", with the "loneliness of the way home in the dust that clings to the soil ... the essence of these boots ... to belong here ... to gather into themselves the whole world of this man, to be another invisible yet all the more significant and comprehensive bond between man & earth, to be in some way a whole ... where truth like magic needs instruments ... where creative man is subject to truth ... the media of disclosure" (Versenyi, 92), here am i losing and finding myself upon Nõ trains of thought.
PRESENT . . . A simple chime, that served to time The rhythm of our rowing -
FUTURE . . . (From Through the Looking Glass and What Alice Found There )