Habitus - Poem by Alexandra Reiss
Learned ignorance -
Not a proposition. A skill.
Internalized and naturalized, until
it perpetuates itself. And -
we forget what we’re forgetting.
The Theory of Practice – the mapping
of life onto life.
Homomorphism - the arrow
draw between abstract notions
we weave together.
The web. The net.
Society’s collective dispositions that guarantee
a common language. But
I’m not talking. But still I wish
you would look at me.
Look at me!
I am not a predetermined artifact.
I live. I breathe. I am not –
I cannot be
a single moment in time.
Not theory. Not thought.
Gravity is only a suggestion.
Existence is only visibility.
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