“The tension between time and motion.” Maybe I want to talk about tension, but there will be no regret now, after I am, except that in that I am now: tense. The tension between time and distance. The tension between intention and fact, like a bridge tense astride a river, or what was intended to be crossed. And tense in the wait. The wait loose dreams swelling excited a rising river waiting for a levee, a land to overflow. Tense against such constructs, bridges. How we are caught in our attempt to cross this difficulty. The tension between intention and freedom, and how the tension must be built to be broken.

December 1971