Hunter Lewinski

PASSAGES;TUNING

                unfeathering-bird,
riverbed; the fact
of the corpsed stag:


         strange archipelago
as I sit


 

 
so sonority in-
sinuates itself;

              so distance darkens

 

 
in networked burrows
    underground,
by small rodents,


the whole earth
      a piping organ,
      broken stanza—
my life,

 

 


my slow ear, lowering
to the ground in measures
gelid & patient, but


belated; fumbling
after the decaying reverberations
of a downward-turning
  coda, sotto voce:


   tremor of soil
as the ground adjusts
underneath

OPENING OF THE LINE

1


as a clearing of trees
                                  (is to [=])
              messages from deep space;


I proceed as if through
a column of fog—
which is to say, by forgetting
my way back

 


2
 

pausing in a glade, an indeterminate
point along the line,
                                 caesura—
the echoes having not yet returned:


how far does my voice travel from myself
 

& how to calculate the velocity
             of the responding utterance?

 


3


Georg Cantor in a footnote to remarks delivered at a meeting of the Gesellschaft

Deutscher Naturforscher und Aerzte, September 1883, on the existence of actual infinities:


“Apart from the journey which strives to be carried out in the imagination [Phantasie] or in dreams, I say that a solid ground and base as well as a smooth path are absolutely necessary for secure traveling or wandering, a path which never breaks off, but one which must be and remain passable wherever the journey leads.”
 


4


advancing, through stone & night,
brush & storm, camphor & burn;
              leaf-mouthed, I am myself unfound

among the gloom-technicians,
plotting strange coordinates in
the dark, late. Transmitting our
location to you now; please advise.

 


*Quoted by Joseph Warren Dauben in Georg Cantor: His Mathematics and Philosophy of the Infinite
(Princeton, NJ: Princeton University Press, 1990), 127.