Attention And Interpretation Comments

John Wilkinson's poem is an agreement in separate contexts and a treatise divided into several heads.

About...confluence and separation? Mankind's conundrum. The frothy lady's mantle is a good container plant. Dear me, I will have to read this over and over.

This is so magically beautiful and lyrical. It is experience itself, condensed, not sense, but certainly not nonsense, not the playful nonsense of childhood (which is all sense, all exploration, perfect interpretation of identity, everything being exactly what it is (that I say it is, without question)) , the senses that run through the mind to make sense of what are senses attend to. Attention, a tension between the world out there and the world inside the tent on the top of the head. Parataxis as the natural state of the wonderment in world under the big top. Language as an act of re-imagining language not as object but as science and art simultaneously impinging on the electrical grid of spontaneity. Interpretation as pretense for getting into the interstitial spaces of a vast an wholly incomprehensible dispensation of the infinite. This guy's a friggin' keeper. Loosen your tie and untie your shoes, or tie the laces together without worry of falling, the only way to go from here is up. Both the oxygen itself and the lack of it are intoxicating. Drink deeply.

Matter-of-fact! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.