Saturday, June 17, 2006

I'm flipping a coin, trying to decide whether this or the other. The coin is in the air, spinning, doubly out of circulation. At any given moment, you could say, the coin is in an absolute position... but "moment" is infinitely divisible, and so we're back to experience and choice--the choice of which scale to adopt when viewing this, how small or large, how short or long, the choice of which kinds of relations between the coin and/or its spinning to which subset of what else there is. Somewhere in this complex of possible middles is a poetics. The coin lands. Heads. A decision. I spend it.

I missed it.


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