Things all attain themselves

Poem

10/9-01 Maribo. Waiting for train to Nykøbing/on train, + next day.

html, 8.12 kb.; doc, 19 kb., 17 lines, 72 words.

Still stuck in the writing of the novel "Dick Calm::::Another Dimension"::::having reached an impasse in unlimited possibilities (a trap Reinhard warned me about in the writing of science fiction). Reading in Suzuki Shosan's steps toward enlightenment, using the 3-D approach to experience inter-penetration. What is the spirit which separates us from inorganic materials?::::What is the attainment of humanness? Adjectives came heavy, but came. It is concentrated description. I came upon the last line in an early draft, and perhaps it is precious, and took over the form. If so, the piece fails. But maybe the last line is without thought, without preconception, in which case its spirit impregnates the whole::::that would be to find beauty without attempting beauty...

Handwritten, black-gray notebook.

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Things all attain themselves