Foucault talks about “ working at the edge of an un-thought, slowly building a language in which to think it” *
As I make and ponder about the work
I see myself
walking rather
than working,
at the edge of the un-thought
as if it was
a cliff.
I walk. I stop. I walk. I stop…
I have a notion of what I am aiming towards…
and I walk and stop and walk and stop.
S
l
o
w
l
y
b u i l d i n g a path on the edge of that notion.
WAITING
to stumble,
to trip; perhaps falling,
rarely diving, some times nearer,
sometimes further away
and
occasionally directly into
……………………………it.