Word Cloud

                    In this beginning, let us begin with words. World-creating words: logos. Creation began with the utterance of words: from a great formlessness, words separated the heavens and the earth, night and day, sky and sea. Things of this world, according to the Bishop, are but categories of the mind. 

                    So I would like to begin by whittling down the formless terror of the blank page with a cloud of words to both spur and constrain creation. As a young writer, I was once encouraged to articulate my obsessions. So here they are in a cloud hovering above me, like platonic ideas floating eternally in the hyperuranion, casting their shadows in the cavern of my brain, projecting forms that would dance on its amorphous surfaces. 

(Wiesbaden, 2020)