A few of the issues "explored" on the list over the list six months
have been mapped in the piece below.

Best
John K

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Utterance: Graphology 7 (A Draft)

		for Peter Larkin

"...pastoral is not capable of definition by reference to any 
essential quality..."

			W.W. Greg _Pastoral Poetry & Pastoral Drama_



With the route
decided (on) they set out,
rigorously noting

Long on one of his walks
pressing absorbent
surfaces, code-switching

& uttering names of place
realised in moments
of inculcation:

Beverley & York & the Streets
of Scarborough impressing
themselves on maps

the persona grew up with,
though "here" it's more built-up
& the gaps between signposts

are shorter: a wandering voice,
a pair of blue eyes
instanced in the brief parish:

"When Elfride fell asleep
that night she was loving
the writer of the letter,

but thinking of the writer
of that article." Associating
sentential features

against a spreading sky - 
yes, & even "condoning
the jaw's lexis", despite

the stilled floater, iconic
in the screen's simulated
movements. The flows. The flows.

Butcher recommends: punctuation
at the end changed to fit
surrounding sentence, e.g. so that

sen-tence does not end
with a comma 
(Displayed quotations)

what each writer in a tryst
might be inscribing to each other,
"nonnulli sensus",

as if on cheap paper 
this might be a rustic
correspondence -

transcribe is a better word 
as visual encryptions of speech 
temporality of the word, 

despite the claims 
of oral traditions
& "signatures" of scr[y]pt, 

& ersatz reading 
of personality traits 
through handwriting 

like the choir monks
of Rievaulx when the Abbey
was at its peak

& not remotely sublime,
in fact sublimity
being the antithesis

of good management 
& sound latrines:
Cistercians, Prynne, 

& parallel poetries
(----- Message Text -----)
"which is mere conjecture"

yes, Eliot of course, 
but direct engagement? 
Peripheral recognition?

An intrusive "critical voice" 
disturbing 
"the latent matrix"(?)

per the intrusion 
of the
lyrical

into the poem. Clarify
the specially-read 
persona - i.d. -

anti-lyrical notary
adding up an-Other, 
or creating 

a central register 
to fringe against. The machinery, 
the gauche illumination. 

All is annotation
to the project 
of validating presence: 

script as the precursor 
of immortality - spiritualists
busy about the cabinet

as automatically
two pens utter loudly
& softly, faintly

& darkly. I undo 
the utterance 
& contradict. 

The typeface
is voice, significantly
other & not the speaker, 

or singer, or utterer. 
But handwriting
can't quite get free 

of itself. Which manuscript 
do we take. Valid number? 
The proof is [in] the theorem.

Graphology dressed as closure. 
It comes after the drafts.
As if that process is complete. 

There is sheep shit
& it sticks to the soles
of your shoes.

Fills the tread.
Black-faced sheep shaggy with tails
& not like the tight-wooled merino

whose shit is often hard & black
where the I comes from.

And there is a picture of a paddock
which is like a field though might
be bigger given the general expanse

& Fuji colour has it deeper than any
blue this part of the world could muster.
Maybe it's something to do with Chernobyl.

Shouldn't eat the mushrooms in Eastern Europe
& maybe even Germany they say. Coating
everything with pesticide the South West

Australians are proud 
of their clean, vigorous,
and robust food.

But a victim 
of its own analysis, 
it becomes draft. 

I read somewhere 
or maybe I said it first or
independently

or imagined myself 
to have done so that 
Aboriginal sand paintings

are the most permanent 
kind of art. Sand as script. 
Though it is recalled now

that the remark was made
anonymously
by an audience member

after a paper 
was given at Klagenfurt
Uni, Austria.

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