unraveling nitsch

kitsch, notch, nits, snitch, itch – from the online resource word suggestion in the email/word connection i have enabled through the email entry i am typing all of this into.

it is interesting how “pi” exists. how, in a word that feels right or balanced, other words in similarity or rhythm further explain or capture, in exponent, the prime word or phrase/idea. “pi,” because a circle exists in theory even before we “invented”/discovered it. it has always been there. or, it was a latent reality. and “pi” comes from the manufactured or artificial arrangement of a circles circumference and diameter. an eventuality in observation and curiosity. one thing leads to another if relative balance exists and questions are answered in relative forms all the while creating new questions and new answers. ultimately the existence of “pi” is revealed as the layers are worn away.
the same idea of “pi” can be applied to all things. since, even “pi” is “of nature” or “natural”; having been discovered by beings of nature (humans). “pi” is an example of another product of nature. another article or attribute of nature. nature’s “experiment” or it’s latent potential becoming realized: eventuality or conclusion (abstracts of human understanding of existence – because static forms are immediately abstract in their existence. time and change create not end to end but overlapping – so there is seemingly never a static moment. “seemingly” because it is probable if not certain that humans do not have a great perspective of existence-entire. thus caveats like “seemingly” or “relative” are utilized to help represent the cloud of potential and latent elements such as the circle or “pi.”
since we are all part of a whole, relationships are continual. continuum. no end or beginning. connected in ways, indirectly, directly. layered influences.

nitsch is fluorescent lights, it is bodega and deli, and cold cases with stainless steel tops. a scale and makeshift wooden shelves with layered and peeling paint. it is old and continually; it is present and new. glass jars with contents. backlit with culture and comfort. nitsch is the secret notches and divots known to the backs, shadow is envious.
collected dust is a dirt. it is memory. dirty and rich experience. textures high-lit by the present segment. the moment of awareness. the layered and overlapping stumble of perception. epiphany in the closet tangle of christmas ribbons and champagne garland. the treasures revealed in the receding topical; the current sea of possibility. algorhythmic eventualities hone the structure, embrace the foundation.
nitsch is that felt and sparkle in the eye, the corduroy brain in the velvet carcass. stitched and darned it’s days of recognition. the stuffing is tight in its perfection. and loose and torn. it was handmade and tired.
i find the uneven and irregular, the odd and dissimilar, attractive. my gravitations have been relatively and continuously consistent. my whole live (an average of) has been this. damaged is as good as undamaged. old and new – the same. it is to the element of preference that decides. preference, a state created by the gathered experience and continued influences. a box of random collected items that eventually find rhythm and create new forms that enhance existing potential.
i live a life of difference. this is an awareness and not an assignment.
this difference is sensitive and the questions and curiosities it provides for are heavily knotted and twisted. loops of yarn telling and asking of until unraveled. there is a demand, i fall behind the quota, the necessity, the intuitive-urge.
i walk until i float through this realm. a temporary stay. the alley of forward action and notice. there are puddles there and haphazard hoses of gardens and intention. it is not neglect, it is byproduct. it is of the whole, this enriched place.
i am flirting with the environment of foundation. we kiss and create the flow of hidden theory. but we are teased with a touch we cannot have. no embrace because we are nothing in this place. we can only accept our state. an endless awareness, always falling, never landing. continuous and moving.

the nitsch is my love, it is my know. my gatherings. it is clumps of rhythmic experience who have found one another. propelled by genetic beginnings, alignments, and activated by the movement of the mental dynamic. influence and experience are it’s food.

nitsch is the bandaid on the dumpster, it is the lichen on the grave, it is the grass patch on the sidewalk, it is the peeling of skin and paint. nitsch is the darkly scented gaze of gabi. the spiced feeling of her yesterday. it is the see-thru of knowing, the back of potential – it cannot be seen except with reflection. mirrors are needed – glass or friend. seemingly common but not too common. ultimately delicate and rare. nitsch is freckled, it is this beautiful indication, this current that can be seen but not defined permanently. it reminds those who are aware of it of the nature of nature. a reciprocal reflection, examples abound in everywhere. letting us know the lesson is ourself. we are our own medium to mold. our own teacher. our own student.
nitsch is dust in the depression. not easily cleansed or collected. because it is not seen by normal or convention. it is protected from the average of process. but it is there. and can be seen and easily retrieved by those who are already there.