The day seemed brighter than usual in the most uncanny of ways.
The creek could be heard flowing and the flies and bees buzz
was also heard more clearly than usual. But amidst all of these patterns,
there was something else fractured and marred beyond
any usual glimpse of what life could be or look like.
There was the stimulation of things unknown,
which is always there for the taking or playing with ~
but today it was more like the unknown of the unknown.
Unknowing squared. It’s not quite like a double negative.
Unknown and more unknown is just the unknown.
It may seem odd to ask, “what do we know
about the unknown?”–but it’s precisely that
kind of question that is needed at times.
The words tick on like seconds on a clock,
like bees returning to the hive,
like water flowing ever down, down, down.
The words themselves are sometimes the only clues
and today those clues are: brighter, fractured,
marred, stimulation, unknown, uncanny,
double negative, and even a few yet spoken.
If I could grind up these words to make a pigment
to paint with, these would be music more than color,
the music of thunder, the shudder of forces of nature
coming into contact and then departing or dispersing.
How could anything as broken as fractured stimulation
become the clue to some of the greatest mysteries of being?
How could something as uncanny as a double negative
serve a higher cause than the brightness of a day?
How fortunate to be inside the Rubik’s Cube of sound itself
such that even sound follows a brightness spectrum.
But there are days such as these.
Janice Sandeen ~ 26 March 2017
written while virtually “attending” the writing jam w/Daniel Ari
spoken at The Spoken Word Open Mic in Taos, NM @ SOMOS