Reading1In the spirit of continuing to set up and sort out the blog, I’ve prepared and posted this ninety, which I hope will serve as a useful example. I’ve included within it this footnote, too, as a model for how you can, as needed, position tangential comments and more, while introducing a flexible edge to the otherwise constrained microgenre of the ninety. Borges in the past, I remember regarding the infinite permutations of “garden”-pathing, forecasting hypertext, abundant, wonderful, and inviting. But this time, the fourth? or fifth?, a Friday afternoon in late August, am struck by the inexhaustible and therefore exhausting (for mortal humans) infinitude. A garden does not plant, nor water, nor curate itself. The hyper-pathed is thrilling and simultaneously daunting, promise and peril, everything overlaid with paths not taken. The sunflowers page-paths afflicted by mold, one season, or the soil density waits for aeration, another, and insects feast. [90][DM-01]
[Borges, 1941; Phelps, 1999; Captain Jack’s Neem Oil, 2023]
- 1In the spirit of continuing to set up and sort out the blog, I’ve prepared and posted this ninety, which I hope will serve as a useful example. I’ve included within it this footnote, too, as a model for how you can, as needed, position tangential comments and more, while introducing a flexible edge to the otherwise constrained microgenre of the ninety.