Books

Derek Owens

Resisting Writings (& The Boundaries of Composition)

SMU Press

by Tina Brown

A way to leave or find a way out, a door in: CONTACT:HERE. Come now this is not abt The Revolution, which USES, we have seen, our moment to make new business in the dead calm following--this is abt breath, standing in the throat, what we cant be but wld had we the strength of possibility, our zero hour. Foundering in the B-level: a manual: how to crash the apocalypse. Order of the moment: GET IT READ. Second: take up work, AT, "so say it." The world, now, brings us to build, its engineering TOWARD an end; read this against PRAXIS--hard by the mine, breath catches in verb. There is a light so blinding, a white & endless fall, ANTITHESIS of relativity, becoming left of being. I'm beginning to translate myself; am bridges implicated in commerce--because we live in a cosmopolitan weed--pulling out a vocabulary between being and marketing being. To give it up in order to give it--so that the EXCHANGE (LOVE) becomes focal & not the origin (SELF).

This is a review of a book not being read by those for whom it was written. An anti-paradigm, model for what is possible, fabric characterized by what it is not, does not aspire to be--this is a movement toward movement, am:bal. GET UP:RESIST the ethics of the bank note & extend the lines, atrophied, lay rails into the unprofitable. It means reaching a clotting, Agent Inculpable, neap wash of the nuclear pelagic--a mold fine and done as the lines penciled in the field, traces of the best plans, rust crept over the train. The honeymoon's over and grain rots in sheaves. Read bought for done. Closing off or invitation: come to know this. Report: evidence of battles, the dead fields; turning we rent. Form has its hands in everything, and it is time we robbed the bank--content a house emptied, that thing, not the left space. To make a maid of the sentence is to order it about, better than uniform, a/dressing. The economy of standards inherits us--were we to travel the desert, leaving behind a palimpsest of wakes?

A splintering focus, concentrated in the effort of CONNECTION, the only thing that makes us more than bodies, limited & mortal--how to be ANGEL--energy--how to transcend the medium of life. But there is no chance for either useful or appealing unless you (writer) remember that you are WRITER and over there is READER & it is not simply question of ME & YOU. These many beginnings, lines w/out origin, or, focus displaced from point to line, the unquiet circle, flight of the arrow, travel, contact incorporate--except that this body is itself angel/shaft/(f)light--niracle of potential, antedating impact--CORRESPONDENCE--the glowing AT--unconditional--an incandescence primordially & u presence/breath of word, or, presence disgorging the BREATH (spirit) of WORD (body). Not circumscribed by--anticipates & bears teh marks of--is neither without or within--not bordered but border itself--noself--not IS but OR. Because the circumstances of our lives are trivial, because the life precedes & exceeds--chases out--the telling--when words are used, when fitted to a purpose, they lose their life as words & become mere bodies of experience--mere vessel, involatile, heart of the machine.