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Point
By Richard Mather There is no place for me to exist, Always on the edge. Like you I am an extensionless point At the limit of a world I...
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Question
By Richard Mather What is the matter? It is a base question. It is the not-one, without limit, infinite. From it finite things are...
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Schoolboy Quip
By Richard Mather “Her husband is a grey shadow flat and cringing, cowering like a frightened schoolboy beneath the blackboard.” “Well,...
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Observations of Mountjoy Scott, the Earl of Ardenforde
By Richard Mather Lord Ardenforde opens a jewellery box to reveal a platinum brooch, rhodium watch, immortal diamond choker; and on the...
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Itself in Mind for the Future
By Richard Mather We see the visible world as somehow inevitable, with all its ratios of movement & rest, its manifold shapes & ecstatic...
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Temple Curtain
By Richard Mather The temple curtain made of some heavy purple fabric, with its curious pleats and creases, its threads of silver and...
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Leibniz’s Soul
By Richard Mather What is amazing is not that my corpse was contracted and compressed into the earth’s dark matter (while my grave went...
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Sky
By Richard Mather It was at this point I stopped dreaming and looked at the sky and saw what seemed to me a mirage reflecting upon itself...
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Losing My Grip
By Richard Mather It is hard to get traction on a world that is constantly becoming something other than itself: not merely the loss and...
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When We Were There
By Richard Mather When we were there in the crooked hell of that scarlet and black room, the world was a useless idol broken and beyond...
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Thought
By Richard Mather Putting aside the extensive facthood of properties and things distributed in space, one has to wonder whether...
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The Light in That Place
By Richard Mather “Our holiday has been turned into a day of mourning” -- Chaim A. Kaplan By lamp and by oil, we hunger the hours as the...
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Finiting
By Richard Mather Embosomed in stillful bliss no longer, My soul moves, and by degrees makes finite The substances of creation That...
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The World Is Folded in to Every Object
By Richard Mather The world is folded in to every object And each thing or idea is the folding And unfolding of space, time and history....
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Tool-use
By Richard Mather If the hammer is a symbol of the power of the hand, the hand is the product of the need for a hammer.
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Extinction
By Richard Mather In the beginning was the Act: an act of will: the death of God… Horrified at his own existence, God craved non-being....
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Fichte / Picture
By Richard Mather There is nothing real anywhere, neither outside of us nor in us. I know of no being at all. Not even myself. Images...
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Kneading Substance (3 versions: Work-in-progress)
By Richard Mather Kneading Substance [2706__0024] ebrah k’dabri - “I will create as I speak” I am kneading this substance into shape,...
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Ishmael’s Moon
On the other side of the optic glass,
Ishmael's albino whale of the sky
Leprously blemished, ghastly white.
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Uncommitted
By Richard Mather You can hardly say that I abide by the rules of political commitment or that I affect the diction of the dispossessed....
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