all codes lead to roam
Tribute poem to Leslie Scalapino over at Delirious Hem.
I composed this tribute piece by using 'Deep Sea Plumes' 'Loop Current' and 'Spill' to
read through an excerpt of Scalapino's poem 'that they were at the beach'.
Infusing her poem with these words of such high currency at the time of her passing enacts for me the meaning unfolding in the contemporary experience of reading all 'water' and most especially 'beach.' What a fright these words bare as the ocean becomes a site of wide-scale biotic trauma and systemic collapse--as the creatures 'whale' 'shark' 'porpoise' 'marlin' become 'mere-myth'...
In analogue to this decline in bio-verse-entity, our psychologies (the logics of our psyches) endure many deployments of profit-motivated poesis-cides. Daily, we try to be deeply in the invisible toxic deep sea plumes of modern commerce. We are caught in loop currents of manufactured associations, closing our I's and falling into our undreams. Hour flights of fancy and imagination seam gunked unto junk.
Yet, Scalapino she rows us now's tune sea. Thank you to Scalapino for the text ample of attention and active engagement in the me-ing May-sing, am's mazing, meaning making, thy aching springs.