Lawless Imagination

Written after reading Deluze on Kant with the Wild Parlour. Philosophy helps me let go of the idea that anything can be known, and when I let go, my practice, my understanding of practice, evolves.

The imagination, they agreed, is lawless.

And armed with this truth, they caught hold of the tattered ends of the sentence

And skipped, unbounded towards limit

Wa ooh wa ooh

Like that time we took mushrooms

And I got stuck on the golf course

In the dark

Laughing

Because the sand trap looked like a hole through the universe

And I couldn’t crawl across it

An absurd…