Lecture Notes

I sought to be beauty, entertainment, a burgeoning

individual—the singular as such 

is not so strong—painting 

in okay-ish daylight, hardly there, out  

of the eye’s corner arrives a mark unintended, 

an error, a stain—

eccentricity—a new manner 

of understanding—almost dangerous how it generates 

reality, like a strand of hair, a thread on which 

touch reverberates—an interval 

where two spaces (thread and not-thread) 

collide and depend on each other—

the visual consequences of this 

encounter not yet realized—