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Everything
--Fanny Howe (2011) 

Infinite nesting
pushes all matter
towards emptiness:
child-nodes,
tree-droppings
with a root element of null.
None is always included
in every cluster
of children. 

Nothing in nothing
prepares us. 

Yet a fresh light was shed
on immortality
for me climbing the stairs
firm foot first. 

Everything was in the banister:
crows on branches, crickets,
architects, handsaws and democrats.
Red moon at 3 AM.

[A Blue Vase; Pablo Picasso, 1903]...............

...in some way the future and God invite thoughts of collapse, the end of the self. The end of words. The future has the look of a nameless expanse. The past is either trapped in the individuated body like water in a rag, or else both past and present are acts of shucking, removing, discarding the gravity of the world's givens as one enters a freer, lighter economy of space. One could think of the material world as something like an air that one runs through at high speed, in order to get past it. This thought would reverse the usual sense of being as being stuck in a body moving along with time. 

Just as music leaves itself behind, and words have to be spoken in order to effect their disappearance, one can catch a glimmer of a life itself being a glad renunciation of itself. 

--Fanny Howe

The taste and smell of an action, any action, comes from its objective. This is the strange thing about relationship. What you desire is what creates quality. You are not made by yourself, but by the thing that you want. It is that sense of a mutually seductive world that an itinerant life provides. Because you are always watching and entering, your interest in fixtures grows weary and your strongest tie is the the stuff off to the side traveling with you. 

--Fanny Howe