Waiting

Violence exists when an act is cuaterized from the wider fold of influences and co-emergencies in which it finds itself specifically placed. Every tangent is a touching in- a stroking of a portion of a face it never sees in full. It is intuited or invited out into a series of affective screenings that glimmer and wane on the edge of one another reconstituting and furthering on the tail ends this journey that makes itself from within its own questioning. These are pools within pools where the interferance patterns of these residual echoes breaks into new forms that are both mirages and real situations that we face out of our own making; our own imaginings.

Perspective is a sinking into each address and a letting go again. It is following a disapearing point that can never be met but that tunes our own beckoning and waiting; an  invitation of open address and the timing of our opening out, merging together and unravelling back into the wave.

We are nowhere but where we are and that is a place already vacated. Yet there is a crossing over like a slight pulling of the threads taught that creates a reverb "twang" that sends into reverse all that brielfy touches it. That is the energizer of contact; a turn-around at the moment of complete intimacy that can hardly be placed before it is transformed into a latent directive executed and emptied in the same instance. That is the joy of effortless motion out of the calm centre of a total meeting.

It does not matter if that meeting began as an act of projected violence. For it is in and through the moment of contact that the dynamic plays into its own unique settlement and so there is a merging; a rinsing through as with the living matrix of crystal formations that re-settle inside a forged blade of steel even as it cools from intense light and heat; a labrynth of material density and porous carbonated holes ringing out in dynamic counter-balance; holding in relationship this fullness and emptiness that is permeating and patterning through and through. This is forged by use as a single projective which holds like a hologram at every aspect of its hidden and explicit revealment, this art of keeping still; the art of waiting.
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( This was written after reading The Art Of Peace by Morihei Ueshiba. He was the founder of Aikido)