"a nothing memory could take
the place of nothings a memory
replaces with fire
and life sweet
nothing that memories
kill hideous
nothing too put to death
by memorys
advent and always memory
kills cuckoo
like and like water fills
the massive vessel empty with nothing
who dies like a nothing memory
to blame."
i wrote this poem for gate at a moment when i did not have an answer and instead
this poem is a reminder to forget. the beauty of forgetting. the love of a good emptiness. to play the game where forget.
the void is one of christopher alexander's fifteen properties of life. structure-preserving transformations result in a void adjacent rich complexity.
i like the opportunity to reflect on the true shape of things. i like noise followed by silence. complexity, then the void. what can exist in such an empty space before it ceases to function as this particular type of void is unknown to me. i know only that there is a characteristic void, meaning that there exists also some not-void. a space slightly too loud for emptiness to thrive.
this poem is a reminder to be empty and to remember and to forget and to be full.
play the game where empty.