We are distinct and unique as things but not separate. As things we are not limited by skin or surface, we are always entering into and spilling out of other things, things ever changing and being changed.
“No one can explain exactly what happens within us when the doors behind which our childhood terrors lurk are flung open.”
W. G. Sebald, Austeritz
What is required is a rupture in the “real” in all that is understood to be significant, rational and effective.
we speak of death and knowing
as if we could find our own way
though little do I know him
I cannot deny him
all that we have yet tasted
- After meeting with death row prisoners at the Riverbend maximum security prison in Nash, TN for the UNIT 2 collaborative artist project.
We cannot and will not find our way if all we do is try; we must be willing to do nothing, to wait in silence, to consider nothing and exist in hope free of expectation.
I am not trying to "make a case". I am simply telling my story recording the experiences I have had.
Within these mixed capacities of the in-between, as undulations in expansions and contractions of affectability arrive near-simultaneously or in close-enough alternation, something emerges, overspills, exceeds: a form of relation as a rhythm, a fold, a timing, a habit, a contour or shape comes to mark the passages of intensities (whether dimming or accentuating) in body-to-body / world-body mutual imbrication.
Gregory J. Seigworth and Melissa Gregg