Each concerted attempt is an apprenticeship.
The key is to find a turgid aspect.
For in the shadow of each conjured image lurks
an unscrawled method, an aesthetic governing
and governable. And each rule, fully
explicated, unveils in its turn a pretty
fable. For, as the elderly woman seated
in the back of the lecture hall announced,
it’s turtles all the way down. And so, the pattern
of discovery plots a topography of
the interstitial, of the synapses
between doctrine and image: dual structure of
the ever-repeatable word, created and
uncreated in its fleet disclosures –
an infinitely turtle-tiered Galapagos.
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