I want to live the state of “co-emergent wisdom,” an old Tantric notion resembling “negative capability.” Yet out of that same eye comes research and conviction. I could sing & dance it, the ambiguity of “both, both.” The hallmark of our linguistic revolution this century & beyond is that meaning is not simply something “expressed” or reflected in language but is actually PRODUCED by it. I live inside the language of my making, of your making. I’m not interested in the tongue of discursive mind that tides itself against the beautiful increments of experience. I’m interested in the phones & phonemes of experience, the language moment to moment, not the concept of my experience. Or yours. Immediate concerns are love—boddhicitta (or tenderheartedness) and prajna (knowledge—the experiential kind). As female, I am forever adorning empty space. Dressing & undressing. Putting it on & taking it off. Form & emptiness. “Life doesn’t seem worth living unless one’s on the transforming of energy’s side” (Gary Snyder) vibrates for me daily. A body poetics & politics, right now. Every syllable is conscious. So enjoy possibility of being alive in the work & as performer of it & with others in community of like-minded-in-body practitioners. We need more instruments of discourse, regular convenings of the tribe. Demons inside need to be expelled as well as terrorists in Washington, or wherever. Global poetics. By all accounts this is only the beginning of the post-modern Dark Ages, ergo more light! More poems! More light!
—The Jack Kerouac School of Disembodied Poetics
Year of the Water Bird