- This is to note that because of a technical difficulty, the previous post which had this name was re-named The Edge of Immanence. That phrase was intentionally paradoxical, just as paradox is implicit in Rilke’s untitled poem, beginning ‘Durch den sich Vogel werfen’… ‘Birds launch themselves but not through space that’s shared’. Here is the poem.
NOTHING IMAGINED The words of the poet are beautiful flowers by the side of the road, they have deepened the silence were unguessed at: where did they come from? And if they weren't there would something else take their place? No, nothing. There'd be nothing imagined and no gap where words needed to be. The world's full of chance and necessity, heads or tails heads and tails and nothing imagined.