In Praise of this Evening Walkaround

Walking together, like we did this delicious evening. Just a short turnaround: up to the West, sharp curve, down to the East, uphill to the South over the long stairs and finally back up to the West. Such a cosy relief. full of fresh air, flowers, views, amazements, dolce far niente on a wooden streetbench, holding hands.


Could there be a form of writing together like that? Difficult to realize such a kind of intertwined dialogue. Dancing together in text. Perhaps using one of these modern speechrecording programscould offer a solution. But then you would also have to offer at least a part of your very special individual intonations for the sake of mutual attunement. We like that on the level of bodily movement. But if speech&writing originates only within our high headed consciousness, as is most commonly thought, How could we start to invite each other to dance?

Look at the way Wilemien and I are working now. She is already busy for a long time with her real Blip-communication-writing. You see popping up her comments and when you react back, I hear her sniggering. Sometimes she tells me about one of your photos or about not turning on the heating on this evening in May. Fragments, you can put fragments together but that does not yet make an integrated composition. Perhaps it remains more simple to restrain ourselves to an harmonious eveningwalk, like we did as we came to know each other. Skip that idea of writing together. Try some lonely poem instead.