my hands tire, yes, that speaks to me. don’t quite know how. always bringing forth forms, maybe that’s tiring?

association: in light of our recent conversation on my blog, of course i am paying particular attention to the “form” and “sensation” aspects of this poem.

knowing about form, knowing through/about sensation — that makes me think of german philosopher max scheler: “knowledge is the participation in the thusness of an entity, and a precondition for this participation is transcendence, which can be called love or devotion. (a quicky translation from my german philosophical dictionary)”.

when, instead of bringing forth forms or constantly subjecting myself to sensations, i simply participate in a spirit of love and devotion — will my hands still tire?