John Pursch lives
in Tucson, Arizona. Twice nominated for Best of the Net, his work has
appeared in many literary journals. His first book, Intunesia, is available at http://www.lulu.com/ spotlight/whiteskybooks. Check out his experimental lit-rap video at https://www.youtube.com/ watch?v=l33aUs7obVc. He’s @johnpursch on Twitter and john.pursch on Facebook.
Partitions of Unity
We live in a seamless unity
that isn’t even a thing
and with one innocent little cut
we set in motion
an infinite, unstoppable process.
The first word,
the first thought,
and all is lost.
Without the concept of “first”,
this cannot happen.
So number is involved here,
at bottom, and prior to one is
zero;
an emptiness, devoid… of what?
If we try to strip it all the way
down,
to toss out the baby, the bath
water,
the kitchen sink, the two-car
garage,
the TV in every room,
to return to paradise,
before point and line,
before the idea of number…
We find we’re proudly waging
a war on concepts –
with concepts!
Maybe this banishing of thought
is how thought began?
Or begins again?
And again?
Shades of Wittgenstein. Interesting poem.
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