“I dunno, recalling the qualities of a thing isn’t the same as sensing it?” she upspeaks uncertainly back. “Sure, true, but with your son, well, normally it’s the perceived that makes perception but—” The child again closes his eyes and smooshes shut his ears and he can’t feel his skin, almost can’t hear the grownups, […]
The woolly red carpet (xi)
keeps the child’s attention as the adults debate around him. He brings his eyes into focus where the carpet meets the wall, and then returns to its center, aware of its existence by virtue of finding where it doesn’t exist. He closes his eyes and gray surrounds him, annihilating the distance between him and his […]
sense (noun) (1) a meaning conveyed or intended; (2) (c) the sensory mechanisms constituting a unit distinct from other functions (such as movement or thought); (6) (a) capacity for effective application of the powers of the mind
“I don’t mean to cause you undue concern,” the pediatric therapist says, “but it seems he lacks the concrete liberty which comprises the general power of putting oneself into a situation.”x It can’t be said that the mother is shocked. “Be that as it may, how can we be certain he’s not better for it?” […]
“To be a body is to be tied to a certain world (ix)
and I’m just over it,” the artist complained to her analyst. →
Love Poem
Her fist bloomed in the critic’s ass. “This is where we’ll keep your baby,” was her fanged whisper. What inspired the ‘we’? he wanted to know but was too afraid to ask. She felt sick to her stomach and opened her eyes. →
Irreducibility
The pediatric therapist asks the child how long something took and the child cocks his head in a way that to the therapist suggests time wasn’t a measure he could keep external. →
Lingua Franca
“…god, I’m so sick of all these weirdos in kooky glasses navel gazing, sending these incomprehensible emails with a bunch of words they’ve made up,” the artist overheard one of the city employees saying as she mazed her way through the cubicles to the elevator. “Even this one, like this is the most coherent we’ve […]
Art as an Issue of not the Eyes but the Mouth
According to her ex-husband she’d manifested egomaniacal tendencies, was smug, was no good with the accounts. “All these people running around, wasting their time, supporting you!” was one of the last judgements she remembered passed on her, hurled at her, what, now some fifteen years ago? Shows, things: The metal she herself hewed. Rehashing press […]
as they’d become
after years in the studio slinging lead. “Why don’t you just give someone else the instructions,” her gallerist had once urged. “We’ll help you hire them, you’d probably make more money in the end. It would definitely speed up production time.” She didn’t need the money—her career, her wife’s, the inheritance, it was fine, really. […]
She wouldn’t like to find out
and so the child turns away from his uncurious mother and instead falls inside, wondering what made one thing real to the mother and not the other, the other things he perceives so vividly, so fully, not yet aching, back aching, head aching, knees throbbing, IT band strained, the bodily insistences that makes imagination less […]
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