Just the stitches in the fabric – scuffle, snug, scrub, spatter,
reef, snip, split, frolic –
particularly the stitches in the fabric,
a bridge I know, a little house under it … what is that sound I'm
hearing, a somehow draped
structure around a core? The beetle's
upturned body in the sink. My hands waiting for something to happen …
Do you like it?
Yes, I do.
Most populations hardly notice the alphabets they live through,
but when oral cultures come into contact with cultures that write,
'literate' culture – as we say – the oral culture, learning that
alphabet, can move across its symmetries and strangenesses with a
certain … sensitivity. So
is oral, and
lettrist – every word rhyming, every syllable
rhyming, every letter
finding its repetition (except the kiss,
a plosive), a sort of spasm of self-conscious design, (Celtic,
bardic, academic even) from far away, in silence, and the Roman
alphabet on goat's skin to the side of a Gospel, in Latin. There.
Just the stitches in the fabric. But a girl's kiss too carrying
across centuries in a handful of received letters. Nine of them
in fact. Now, do the same in English.