KNOTS

 

I dream about being (him) trapped in (his) life.

 

I am Liza. 

I am Knots.

Fuck you, Perry.

 

Ergotic is different than erotic. I’m not sure if there is such a thing as erotic theory. Is there? Well, Google gives me no direct hits so I stop looking. But they are one letter different. Ergotic is a fork of reckoning, which is always pretty sexy. Apparently it also grinds statistical bits of structures. Grinding is sexy – well some of it is…some of it isn’t. The kind that makes sparks is – metal sparks, sexy sparks – yes, very sexy. The kind that chews up bones isn’t. Not at all. Not sexy grinding. 

So lets say it grinds statistical bits of structures. And these structures are caused, and then active and changing.  So there too, a lot like sexy stuff: active and changing and also caused. Someone always causes something sexy to happen. Sexy stuff doesn’t just happen. Well, maybe sometimes. But it is occupied with the actions of this active and changing structure. It is occupied, especially when it is permitted to go on and on and on by someone for some reason. Who is it? Who does the permitting? Well let’s just say it’s me. I am the it orchestrating all the permissions for all the actions of this active and changing structure, these active and changing structures one way or another are because of me.

Cellular is different than cellular. Automaton is different that automatic. What if you are composed of a lattice of compartments, and each one is either on or off or one of only a few other possibilities.  There are dimensions and neighborhoods and there is something about relatives or being relative to something perhaps itself or its neighbor or just its classification in general. And of course all the compartments are interdependent, of course, of course, and then there are rules for how to interact with them and rules about what does and doesn’t change over time and whether or not what you do can be applied to the entire lattice or just to one individual compartment in the lattice. And there are exceptions of course but not enough to blow out the sides of the container that hold this in place, sort of. And if you are composed of a lattice, well, you better know your times tables well past 15 x 15. Well, do you?

R.D. Laing wrote a book of poems about knots. Its called Knots and all the characters are either called Jack or Jill. I guess Dick and Jane were taken. And there are a number of poems where Jill ties Jack into knots and a number of poems where Jack ties Jill into knots and there are poems where Jill or Jack tie themselves into knots over Jill or over Jack or over themselves. And there are quite a few mentions of a character called “mother.” And then there is the part about projection. There is no Jill and Jane. There is no Jack and Dick. Jack has a dick and Jill does not (yet) but that is as close as they get to the other two who are otherwise not mentioned, ever. 

2020