the eye of the needle between now and then

the eye of the needle between now and then, dilates
and spasms, contracts or ever remains the same...
so the instant is that aperture through which consciousness wants to thread, does thread
or around which it evolves into an envelopment, a womb
at which center there is this empty eye of passage, again

peculiar and particularly sensational sensation the orgasm also goes by the name of CLIMAX in english metaphorically some peak or summit in the wave form rising

crash, bang, zoom also describe fleet moments, blinks of the eye
as do glitch, dodge, slam...

as do catalogue and abandon, for that matter

all the threshold, the ecstasies

in fact, it seems that language itself is nothing but an attempt to respond to or be within at every instant or, failing that, capture some small seed of it or in the case of poetry, invent itself into...

poetry chasing instants invents itself into it's own form of time...
into it's own ecstasis

but the word "instant" itself seems naked, unadorned, yes

instant types itself many spaces

the moment in a waiting room in a hospital as opposed to a train station

the moment one stops believing in santa claus

we can invent these words because we always have invented these words

jg

Descriptions of Instants without concept

The instant of a sudden silence between people talking.

The instant of getting a joke before starting to laugh

Instant of pulling the trigger of a gun

The instant of basting a niddle with a thread

Instant before a word comes out of the mouth

Instant right before the doctor gives the results of a possible illness

Instant that a cold drop of rain falls on your head

Instant of steping with a shoe deep into the snow producing a certain sound.

Instant that contains all the instants (eternity?)

Instant that we fall asleep
Instant right before the conductor gives the first signal, before moves the hands for the first time.
Instant right before the conductor gives the last signal, before he gives the signal for the end of the and people to clap.
Instant of exchanging glances with a stranger
Instant of the first time you saw your future best friend
Instant of the first time you saw your future girlfriend.


Jorge Luis Borges: "Cualquier destino, por largo y complicado que sea, consta en realidad de un sólo momento: el momento en el que el hombre sabe para siempre quién es" Biografía de Tadeo Isidoro Cruz