The Writer Over the Page Is Driven Down But Like a Robin by a Worm.
The Writer Over the Page Is Driven Down But Like a Robin by a Worm script gravitates, poem leaping at dark ladders, --urgency of pursuit--critical mass once reached, one Ovids, pursuit slights how bodies change--they do-- --sleight of hand, trompe l'oeil, Arethusa in a cloud of mist, what lamb feels when wolf's jaws rip shed door-- Alpheus persists birdily, footprints into mist--she sweats, sweat streams a spring watering away underground--we need to witness our own limits transgressed--urgency ruptures --who had been running seemed flying--and were
MS Fragment: 8--Date: ca. 1425-1450--Origin: France (possibly Paris)-- Current Location: Marriott Library, University of Utah, Special Collections, Rare Book Division--Materials: Ink, and burnished gold on vellum--Size: 7 1/4 in. x 5 3/16 in.--Illustration: Detail, border--Section: Office of the Dead, Vespers --Script: littera gothicatextualis
lit border buoys--acanthus place setting scribe sets--rinceaux sprays, gilded ivy leaf, bryony tendrils, gold pave fleur-de-lis--heliotropic buoyancy--motor cells in the pulvinus synthesize bouncing light, convert eye movement, displace page's gravitropic polar auxin transport-- downwarding becomes lift
Codex: Ibid., Book of Hours of the Virgin--Section: Suffrages of the Saints --Page: 127 verso--Illustration: St. Catherine, crowned, holding sword and book (Detail)
lit vellum opens channel--page surface veil through which vision crosses into illuminations-- --not window into-- --paneless plane broken-- picture's penetrative thrust--vertiginal verging, verge in--e.g. Catherine of Cleves' Hours, Nicholas's suffrage--border as if vellum melting, pie crust revealing saint--hole pulls us through--Sancta Katherina holds sword dimensionally adrift from matching fly--nothing unlike the sun can see it horae for laity--forwhomness interpolates reader--but page imagines beyond us, conjures presence left behind bypassing other--imaged, Lazarus rises again--logos' traceable ghost in the breath--grace-- --if Menalcas' lover cuts her feet on the Rhine's jagged ice, he will carve letters into little trees--pastoral obliterates itself--his voice will grow as they do-- --to fresh woods and pastures new--Arcadia is an interval--Elysium an interval-- so is any island--the page no abiding place--we pass through--we go