A clown has never held the means to sit down and talk about this sort of thing. We can only help but feel that poetic signification is something inseparable. Is that not the same as the start of an endless search, rather than a defeat to poetry itself ? The motive power of a certain arrival, changing imagery, reliefs carved by words, emotional tonality. The feeling of something else born in this moment, that some inflection of language refracts in correspondence with the fluctuations of being. These are the esteemed thoughts and ambitions experienced by our predecessors, which are invariably betrayed. Descend the ladder, then climb it again. There everything separates and becomes tied once more. The person lost there, continuing to create, continues to record. To actually touch the ladder, one must surely touch every step at the same time. In this way, we have never over the course of history touched the world. Yet an opportunity to maintain our balance is always something contrived, and we continue to pass the time with dialectics. Listen to something in that passing time. For it is an act which could only further etch those dynamics of the future.
NNN 00N Mitsuki Nakamura Dec.2019
