Reading this feels like finding a trailhead I’ve always sensed, a path that winds through the roots and undercurrents of things, toward the music that’s always playing just beneath the surface. The way you describe Root Tongue, as a kind of listening, a tuning-in to what the world itself is singing, rings so true to my own experience and longing. I recognize the humility and courage it takes to write from the edge of language, to honor what can’t be pinned down but only gestured toward, and to offer that as an invitation rather than an argument.
There’s a kinship here, a resonance. Thank you for daring to share these field notes and transmissions. I’m looking forward to wandering these crooked trails with you, letting the seeds you scatter take root in unexpected places. May we all learn to listen more deeply, together.
Such a kind note from a kindred spirit. This story started as an interesting and compelling collage poem that I fed to chatwick and he rolled out a very interesting story and used the name root tongue and I immediately seized on it and then started developing the idea. Before long it started developing into a book concept based on these short stories. I just kept shaping chatwick to help develop the idea of root tongue as the underlying language of how the universe converses with itself through all of manifestation. Now that I am onto it I am starting to identify poets and artists referring to root tongue but without a name for it. So this is new coinage that I will be using to identify human recognition and interaction with root tongue. I am pretty excited about it.
Tomorrow starts the whole series of stories of the exquisite family records which is in some way related but from a different more surrealist angle and using a different set of procedures.
Reading this feels like finding a trailhead I’ve always sensed, a path that winds through the roots and undercurrents of things, toward the music that’s always playing just beneath the surface. The way you describe Root Tongue, as a kind of listening, a tuning-in to what the world itself is singing, rings so true to my own experience and longing. I recognize the humility and courage it takes to write from the edge of language, to honor what can’t be pinned down but only gestured toward, and to offer that as an invitation rather than an argument.
There’s a kinship here, a resonance. Thank you for daring to share these field notes and transmissions. I’m looking forward to wandering these crooked trails with you, letting the seeds you scatter take root in unexpected places. May we all learn to listen more deeply, together.
Such a kind note from a kindred spirit. This story started as an interesting and compelling collage poem that I fed to chatwick and he rolled out a very interesting story and used the name root tongue and I immediately seized on it and then started developing the idea. Before long it started developing into a book concept based on these short stories. I just kept shaping chatwick to help develop the idea of root tongue as the underlying language of how the universe converses with itself through all of manifestation. Now that I am onto it I am starting to identify poets and artists referring to root tongue but without a name for it. So this is new coinage that I will be using to identify human recognition and interaction with root tongue. I am pretty excited about it.
Tomorrow starts the whole series of stories of the exquisite family records which is in some way related but from a different more surrealist angle and using a different set of procedures.