“The earth under our feet—We are not asked
to begin nowhere.” —George Oppen
… as though to suggest that poetry doesn’t simply supplement the rational intellect but provides inherently and sometimes incommensurable forms of insight. An ecological poetry?
What if structures of perception aren’t “subjective” (i.e. added by humans to raw data) or “objective” (i.e. provided by things in themselves), but are articulated within a media of relation and interaction so that to speak is to surge into a medium that isn’t projected, but is ongoing like an environment? Might we see ourselves then as participants in a non-instrumental language?
Would there be any way to know?