Climbing memory

“to climb

the starry

memory”

Tristan Tzara, from The great lament over my obscurity

Books also reactivate energy. When I started reading Selected Poems by Tristan Tzara, at first it just gave me new ideas without any clear direction, then they slowly started coagulating into filigrees of truth and lucid awareness. Sometimes it just takes a short breath to understand what we were waiting for has come for us as a wall or a memory to climb with its infinite stars  ̶  not my own memory, but the objects’ memory creating and suspending the surrounding space within the breathing voice of the world and its “still life” contents: escalators, trains and rain darting by, the silent pull of leaves swirling, neon signs, the skyscrapers’ glass, everything running before your eyes and making you alive, finally peaceful and tuned to the lying embers and the quiet detachment of mystic daoism. If there really is a footprint one may overlap, and overprint, on the way’s path, on 道, maybe electronic music and the distilled words of poetry may be its visual and aural representation, as something without a plot, without a chorus, without a chain holding back a looped, repetitive, one-way meaning leaving no way out.