the measure of not being able to know
Further notes on the Incommensurable
it takes a deliberate vagueness to soothe the night, to reveal tenderness as
belonging to the far edge of not
knowing belonging that trembles as it knows -Lorde’s litany of “we were never meant to survive” is reminder of the repetition at the heart of survival.
Survival once again in the litany that is Gaza. Repetition to remember what is at heart unknowable.
Deliberate in revealing tenderness as belonging to the far edge of not knowing.
Belonging that trembles at it knows.