Chrystos signed the lines in “Ceremony For Completing A Poetry Reading” gathered in Not Vanishing, lines that point to an undoing, lines that point to the not being able to go home until the everything has been taken, the container too. Hands empty then fullness. Handless.
There’s a never going home built into the unempty occupied by the first person place.
Adrienne Rich sending off a coda of concluding imagery at the end of “Transcendental Etude” collected in Dream of a Common Language
Vision begins to happen in such a life
as if a woman quietly walked away
from the argument and jargon in a room
and sitting down in the kitchen, began turning in her lap
bits of yarn, calico and velvet scraps,
laying them out absently on the scrubbed boards
Absently not absent-mindedly. And no mention of basket in “[s]uch a composition [that] has nothing to do with eternity”.
For both, the telling as important as the depicted dispossession for travel. For either, no accounting for the ends of manufacture.
Basket the name of a dog recorded by Gertrude Stein to be remembered by.
Words winnowed by the filtering attractor of names. Name, word, keepsakes. Tokens. Carrier objects. Tactful reminders that temporal does not merely mean in time. A holding without hands. For the trio.
And so for day 1383