Forms of Rhythm (3.8.21)

Think of this post as the voice of a writer thinking out loud.

Think of this post as thinking finding a voice.

Think of it as an outloudness of the voice of a thinking.

Think of it as the voice of a writer thinking out loud.

The forms of rhythm are many and so they begin

Because like every beginning under the sun, 

They must begin if they are to begin.

The form is repetition, repetition, 

repetition and again repetition,

how something, a thing, a thinking repeats, 

as in a body's intake of air  

for an exhalation, a projection

to accomplish something more than 

a sigh, mere utterance, something

that pretends music: pitch, tone, module, 

scale, tempo, beat, the rush of the breath outward 

over the tongue that is folded or made 

into a trough, or extended and flattened 

or else rounded, or retracted, flapped or stilled, 

made rigid or flaccid to broadcast, to target

by constricting the out-rush ghosted

through the variable cavity of the lips, 

roses of the face, makers of rictus and pucker, 

pout and smile, and to accomplish something more 

than a sigh,

as we have said before . . .

A word, if you will: repetition.  

Sequences repeat or they are not. 

Breathe in, breathe out.  

And again . . .

                         In poetry, form is the stressed

breath against the un-stressed leaning,

chest-bumping, crashing, brushing, the signal knock

whap/dah/DUH, whap/DAH/duh, WHAP/dah/duh, 

which we shall call differentiation in relation, difference 

in proximity, relational necessity.  And you know that.

Your competence means knowing that.

Time as form.

A form of      first this            then     this,

the lapse from a beginning to an end.

No time unless that: sequences repeat.

And typography.

                                A space is pause.

Space a blankness for a time           an accommodation

for reconsiderations

        or a deeper thinking.

        or a not thinking.

Looks like [                            ],  but in typography

time is everywhere        b-e-t-w-e-e-n-a-l-l

u-t-t-e-r-e-d-i-n-s-t-a-n-c-e    .

And so        time is nothing        a formative nothingness

                                        a rhythm.

Of going    and waiting    and going    .    Again.

Then silence        for how else, 

with what else does one fill a space

so that it remains space?          Digitally 

a representation of silence [note it 

between the c and the e of the last word

before the bracket] unlike the bracket

which is space made for thought        or for

language     at least        uttered.           Digitally 

a representation of a coffin of language,

where one goes to bury the word.

Form, an accomplishment.

A thing done        a doing completed . . .

as we have said            .