Hermann headrusHESSE and those sscissors
they badgered him long after he
committed them to the pages he needed
first as longhand thatched
in some instances inked shabbily palimpsest
scribbled
and reworked over and over so that he had to use a magnifying glass on to
see where he was going to come down with them
what he decyphered may
or may not have been written
or have even existed
more than a few times they were best
guesses
tapped assuming their context in regards to the
rest of the sentence or piece
if it made any sense
because continuity wasnt his strong
suit
I think . . . therefore I am . .
. therefore I lack continuity
the sscissors were at work
though
not that he could see
they were what he could hear the
shiver of the paper photograph or canvas being cut
and what was being cut was
headrusHESSE
a reticular profile
portraiture
running sliver
by sliver away from itself
we ignore profiles to-day
impinged by the convenience of thoughtlessly
selfies
unabashed blatant mimicries(authentically inauthentic) of who we
think we are
and yet cant seem to help
ourselves
profiles were once elegantly
practised and purchased
people dressed immaculately for
them
sat
those profiles held intrinsic attributes
they
were extensions of their personalities
artful representation
he might be mistaken but hed lay
heavy coin on it
he believed photographic
portraitures and death masks were commensurately in vogue
though likely it
seemed to him death masks gave way to mimical photographs
he couldnt help but imagine however the fulfilling gravitas to be able to stand
at arms length from ones self
and
with keen introspection admire perhaps what their death masks might suggest or hold
Yes
apparently we are our technology
Native American Indians believed
photographs would rob them of their souls
what likely have selfies obliterated or depleted
have
they erased the semiotic representations any individual might have held
when the images are nothing more than vessels
common products as aluminum cans stacked on grocery shelves
then emptied and scattered flattened or crushed for refuse
piles or tossed on urban streets and alleyways
littering
the dirt sides of county roads
--- he digresses ---
the stoic profile inspiring him
was Hermann Hesses(headrusHESSE)
it was only one of scores that he
had seen
it obviously pushed it way
into his unconsciousness(consciously there
wasnt a good reason it would keep to his mind)
it appeared to either rise up out
of the cold deep placidly breaking the
surf or like a rendered bust of stone strenuously revealed wrought to existence by the iron hammer blows and art of a sculptor
an dynamic uncommon presence
making itself more rare as it
began to reticulate to Hermanns left his
right
fanning out
across his vision
thin
cut like Polish folk art
the slivers moving off
and separate
behind them something turbulent was trying to reveal
itself
held
or retained
as
if behind glass
and before he could make out what the spasm was
the slivers still orbiting away evenly spaced
began to swell in either direction
linear cells reproducing in the
image and profile of which they were begotten
until the original image was
multiplied and spanned what his eyes could hold
like the backs of multiple decks
of playing cards
as if expertly spread across
the green felt of a 21 table in Reno
Then
they are suddenly restacked under the
original profile
it nearer to him
and as suddenly spasmodically the sshivering sound again of sscissors cutting
the sslivers again manifesting themselves
across his eyes
1913, Monday,
18 5. 15
1516, Friday,
22 5. 15
