Just Like

"'Falling outside from within is a strange thing.// Blanks begin walking.' Falling within from outside is also a strange thing, maybe equally strange or maybe an entirely different strange thing, but it's a movement unleashed by these restless poems of everything and nothing on the move, 'unfurling you' and unfurling in you. In one poem, a 'person grown longer than the body' merges with a lawn from where it is 'speaking words as round as the earth.' This person 'is away from emotion,' but in this poem, these poems, feeling doesn't recognize where a person ends and a thing begins. 'It is Tuesday and// am connected through table and chair and sofa and/ cushion on sofa.' It is Tuesday and am connected through table and chair and screen and words on screen. Words that begin me walking, first round the table, then out the door to the lawn where I'm falling outside. Nothing I have ever read has come closer to capturing the whirling of 'the clinging things rising things/ things all undone' that constitute selves in the world and vice versa. It is a gift to be able to experience this movement traversed into English." Ellen Dillon, author of Morsel May Sleep