Moyna Pam Dick (aka Misha Pam Dick, Mina Pam Dick et al.) is the author of this is the fugitive (Essay Press, 2016), Metaphysical Licks (BookThug, 2014) and Delinquent (Futurepoem, 2009). With Oana Avasilichioaei, she is the co-translator of Suzanne Leblanc’s The Thought House of Philippa (BookThug, 2015). Also a visual artist and wastrel philosopher, she lives in New York City.
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excerpt from I AM WRITING YOU FROM AFAR
(from part 2,
Nous rencontrons Nazreen in the marks past fears and rue)
Moyna Pam Dick
/
extinguish light
in the worldroom
let the other
lines as blinds_____________________________
inscribe the calm
to let translucence
paper, skin
persistenceof ascend to
patience, order
cuts across to
sharp diagonal
the threaded
lies across
_______________
plane, textile
air, veil
unspeakingsonic
see as sound or sea as desert
changing, rhythmic, tonal________
each point, locus of her grid
incise, inhabit
lay the skein ofincomplete
of changing infinite
across the void of ivory
paper
scratching
void
_____________________________
repeat
repeat
rise up
as frayedloosethread
the grid releases
motion, light
modalities
______________of pressure
touchthe all
dispersed ardor
charged gradation
space shows through____
drawn close by
contact
of the alienof later form
timespace geometry
through the bare
of void the shape
arises______ floats
/
she trembles but the lines don’t, certain
while you glide, cool, with lines that quake and spasm
I sometimes trip as my lines dash, float, attempt
different hums, vibrations
(see, hear, touch: prophetic of the spirit?)
therefore Moorton———-scoring vision
to sketch all over (carpet, veil)
or condense to let space widen
if her structure (line, plane, net)
or your sign (word, face, figure)
or my marking (line, shape, note)
to activate the space, let light, its force (tone, rhythm, frequency)
————–time’s full signature
full, empty
slight discomfort in the touch that hurts, the textile’s rubbing
veil of lines drawn in the pattern, imperfection—————-
human stray to weave self in or jut, dark shape or rise, geometry
we (three) want to become marks
prove/show becoming
time cuts plane————————–————-
it hurts when lines hold back or labyrinth our desert
(divine plane: tipped, receding)
words cut through————————-
unhear them pull away from (to detach) achieving lift-off
space, its stations of the———————————————
crosshatch or curve
transubstantiation if to pain is but
phenomenal
extracts the path
/
(her) fewer lines(your) fewer words
––––––––––(my) fewer phrases?
in the vision
God as light
an icon’s abstract truth
(she) seated low
(the work as ground)
or map or floor plan
reads (her) lines
––––––(her) empty spaces
light arrives
inhuman fire––––––
(not his thunder)
waiting
icon of form
((yours) blurred, (Henrí), is still human)
(Nazreen’s) Hitherworld: its presence pure, abstract as light
what makes the now appear
(she) walks the world as if on water (at times near drowning)
while things scratch (me)
(you) roam the world as if in bubble
(at times not breathing) while (I) am jabbed
–––––but death
now’s shadow
other index?
but the Soul as higher
vision
is becoming
sight commands us
to horizon
–––––– what
recedes
/
noise threatens________________________
do not hear it__________________________
light commands us_______________________
Nazreen’s journal, her agenda_____________
Nazreen’s arrows cutting upward____________
Soul triangular, in motion________
ardor’s wedge_______________________
or lines of fire of escapes_______________________
or layered, high roofs__________________________
brown bird as triangle_________________________
parallel leaves________________________________
from phenomena abstracted_______________________
not representational but presentational________________
the abstract figures__________
icon’s figure________________
formal likeness______________
in divine image____________________
geometrical figure___________________________________
to walk on sidewalk: water, air? on light? on sandscape?___
her gliding lines_____________
against the limbs that, jerking___
transubstantiate__________________________________
dread and pain to____________
thread and plane______________
shade and line________________
edge and tone to_______________
Dieu et l’âme__________________
translucent light__________________________________
–––––––––––––––––––––
voice––––––––––––––her late drawings, sparse, with shapes
flute–––––––––––––her photographs, distilled, fragmenting
clarinet––––––––––––––––––––––––––––my writing, lines
piano–––––––––––––her diaries: words, stripes, lines, colors
violin–––––––––her early drawings: marks, washes, nature
cello––––––––her middle drawings, spare, sharp, built forms
percussion–––––––––––––––your nervous, iterated slashes
a pure form saves?
/
separated translucent sharpnessillness
to resist and transfer________________
three transmitters?divergent marks
she transfers the signals acrossresistant matter
a semi-conductor is betweenelectrical, hands prove
substantiate the body to
makes the line
firm truth as
record of a motion
while our infirmity
_________wanders
three deserts________________
bodied
forth from
___nothing
marked
to glorify
voice, silencela maman
voice, her face___
the sky cross-hatched
white on blue
light slanting
______a transponder is
transmitsresponds
received, emitted signals of one’s
the One’s
_______own
transistor, transponder, transducer
waveson the blue
distantarchitectural
planesor flattened cones
notconic spiral
her triangle, your coil, my conic helix
_____is not time
is Spirit?
a mortal narrative, she
hows abstract sequence as atonce
same shape, threetimes__
versus to transmogrify as device activated, intoxicated
power from a system’s_________
apply power in a form of other
to a second
symbolichyperbolic
system of mark-making
faces, places, phrases
souvent ________grotesques
the plethoras of nerves
but to seekthree neuro- three transmitters
once we were threeloci
of the One
_____ now two
illuminated from above
her death, her shade
is she here now?___
they say she is a fire____do they mean: God is my light?________
I, Myna DP, hear the man say
One as four times
_______took us to this foreign
to the Belgian in French
book that points, transports
le navigateur, l’auteur, l’homme: Jean-Dev
one transfigures
apartfrom
father(thunder)
but Maman
____________________maintenant
now shade, shadow
hands
_______mortal tenant
to be walking on the
abstract plane
ledge of light
_____________site(this epileptic)
to intersect
in translucent layers,
non-mortal tones?
scoredfor sevenis create
in eightis eternal
to photograph
an indexshadow, ghost
weeping, mutteringor singing
not hisbut hers
raveling
loses threads
______ Mamanan alien
from innerspace
observe the mothership
if to lose her
Maman
life
fate and threads
(Minerva, Myna)
weave of path: a pattern, labyrinth or Maman’s others
private journallog or logos
shh____piano
do not
enlighten
math, not myth
of how we fled
evaded
by cone, by coil, by conic spiral________
but lift-off casting shadows
so see shade
still hear her
voice
unearthly
voice
too sudden
cease
how is this Hitherworld?
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