And yet his work
Unbounded living joy conceals loud
under her spell
"Darting Eyes Become Their Gaze"
(from Aura Lifetime)
The un-knowingness of what blood courses through us provides a kubernetes (κυβερνήτης), a form of governance.
From the Greek root which formed Cybernesis as well as Governing. Refers to operating a rudder on a boat. This the essence of Image as energy. The Cyborg, popularized through fiction, now part of the way we take skyvault as well as the planar city of lights and merge them into popular behavior.
A seeming divergence of energy when the senses involve themselves in knowing, takes a share for their un-knowingness and declares themselves the centering channels of Image.
Cyborg, a presentation of collaboration. As collage, tapped meridian channels of discovery in archeo-time. The arch of time, in this poesis, not determined by acknowledgment alone, but a recognition of birth cycles at the heart of the mundus sensibilis.
Even older ideas of a long and ongoing work—something open-ended and always seen as the beating heart of modern and post-modern American poetics—now turn in an arcane register whose meridians work via Kuber-Imago.
Mantras, Yantras, Chakras and the vedic or archeo presentations of physical/spiritual exertion mean to be a passage through the earth, through Gaia as titanic Image, ur-image we suckle for completion. A completion allowing us to be larger than a vulnerably small all-too-human creature.
Tantalizing aspect of this world as an end moves us through the endless. Over and over the two worlds live for one another.
Conchwoman a presence in form of goad to my own physiognomy, the space between pregnancy and evacuation, living specter of body and mind, material and immaterial meaningfulness of me alive as well as dead.
Goad and goaded—and neither knows a tithe of what the other has done in the past or will do in the future.
As if my lifetime a creation of that imprecation, that goad, sensory node or nadi, from mothering first womb into the present where I am nagged or striking out to do the nagging.
Where I form myself the Image of all presence and call it home.
Impasse or register of frustration, hardening bile and blocked sluice, cosmic doors opening thus unblocking through the energies of autonomia releasing their seed into me.
Into my unknowingness.