☀ Today's Poem: "[i have taken a bite of this root]" Theresa Hak Kyung Cha

i have taken a bite of this root
pockets on paper openings on paper
black screens

as for the rest, trembling trembling a hole in the sky

by yielding
it would be

by yielding
it would be

a long waited
impossibility
too

quiet phantom

sum art does not go into the monumental in art, but searches for
the petites choses, the primal movement, the flickering of light. it looks
for the roots of the language before it is born on the tip of the tongue, it
goes toward the thing before it can be turned into a sculpture. color is
accepted only while it has not yet become some special kind of colour. in
music it is the sound before it becomes a score, music, or a symphony.
literature is sometimes only the page before it turns into a written page in a
book. sum-art makes, so to speak, an effort to create a retrogressive evolution.
it is the spiritual in colour icelandic wisdom of eccentricity penetrates a
sum art that extra ordinary individual and only wisdom known in iceland,
the wisdom of isolation, of the individual outlawed human being.

hreinn’s piece

i spend the day with the sun i spend the night with moon and stars

reflection on creation
creation being not just a mirror image. it is this, and at the same time
that so it is both

a vow somewhere between this word w o r d
avow just before the word begins
avoue even before the word begins just
before this w o r d ends some
where some
time
before this word said
this w o r d written
word suspension
the last breath taken before uttered
before sound formed the gest
before the instrument sounded
and it is not THIS word.

the sound before it reaches ears
when it leaves us
before wind becomes felt

and not end there. and end there.
hesitantly before an act made
hesitance. yet made.
effort energy taken before act made
yet made.
and after accepting the passing—
as it passes takes touch elsewhere
taken from elsewhere. holding my breath
trying not to try to not try to try to to try not not to hold back my palm
could only open all the heart to burst az rain az thunder always this another time
bearing over am doing

one folding in another folding in one in another folding
fusion . . . dispersion
stagnant lac brûme le matin brû me le soir and hold and rock let enter
contained statue
coiled up eat from the end
devour
back to the beginning
eat its way out of it
through it
into it
back from it figure eight

amsterdam
28 june 1976