A Secant Query

Between Coward and Ice

Wherein what safety is is not in intelligibility...

Between Coward and Ice

A particular ask falls to me. I word it, exhibit capacity to meet my question's specifications, let verse nigh unmisinterpretable: my wording neither misreadable nor misconstruable nor mishearable nor misnomerable. Perfectly worded, in every way:

What?

Curiously, A Question

What might be[...] the only question. Also, every question? Precisely legible. Ask what: the build toward a question crests the release after the question, knocking back meaning - the heart of all questions.

[Beat.]

Much experience (is bodily) is heartfelt. Nothing phenomenological is precisely proprioceptive ("cerebral"). How decomposition inspects logs, a cerebellum inspects words: resting on the table (on the forest floor), attention sips the cupped hand before the hand fits the mouth like a boob, or fails to.

Overturning "Wat?" "Why ask that?" What is not: both the first and last and: every other question. "Why ask that?" answers "What?" safely. What might be the hydrogen of interrogativity and why is that might be the helium. What safety looks like is "what wat" (translation "why is that?"). So what?

It's cowardice, is what.

On a world of liquid water, tirelessly getting the composition just so. What is frozen. It's not liquid. What shit's on movement's efforts. Says wh at to how water slows light down by 25%. What keeps the world from happening. Oceans and nature call to one another with more happening than what does.

Under this log, creatures go on living their life. Under what. Why's that fails to lift the log of what.

What is happening continues to be a place for happening, for storing water. The forest sits with its virtually unupturned questions wholly unupturned.

What is this?

I describe what as felled trees in an old-growth forest, not a question. As metaphor, naturalizing the English out of it. My language makes what so queer. When what is queer is language. Maybe I say it plainly:

This text exists at the address https://secant.bearblog.dev/coward-ice . Translating from html to English is not frowned upon. And yet, translating from queerly phrased to English proper is frowned upon.

Today's big five browsers - any browser failing to be w3m or iceraven or any of the web's tiniest community web browsers - come equipped with a language model that translates, on-device (no data centers) however ineffectively, something from a native language to a thing serviceable to the reader.

The onus is shifted.

It has been left to a browser to make html legible (not a native speaker). Where this page directs to view-source:https://secant.bearblog.dev/coward-ice , it becomes at once both more and less legible. All verses are exposed. How long have these posts been in verse? How far back does this go? (Note not one of these questions are "what?".)

Might I Look To Say

The ethos for sticking to prescribed patterns of speech falls: "just say things.

"Let the device handle the transmission." Nitrogen fixation never a plant project, a rhizobium handles it: transmission work is never a human project. A device handles transmission. Smoke signals. Breathwork. Fixation [- transmission -] is anything but a plant [- human -] project. This is not intuitive. Plants release. Release grief, release arrival, become reception clear and bright. Humans unleash human grief, human arrival, lose reception, sleep; and weep. The breath is alien.

This is not for me to figure out, "what I am feeling" - "What I say." These perfect replies to "What?" are ways to walk out of "what"'s capacity. A loss of curiosity, legible, honest. The reply "I don't have the capacity" a confesson consuming energy no capacity exists to feed, so "I don't have capacity" gets corrupted each error into smaller file sizes until it fits the constraints. " What?" fits.

What?

One person says "I don't have capacity" their body protolingual - cold shoulder, or yawn, or a word the only viable response: "What?" Already arrives like a skipped beat.

Neighbors brought beyond a span of time find this time beyond the pale. No history lesson.

It happens in the last 5 tabs, the last 5 swipes, or it doesn't exist.

Information their nose generates left no blind spot sees. Yes, closing one eye brings a nose back. And yes, grunting brings a prelinguistic human back - but both feel perverse. Like reading this post in raw html, in place of reading it after it is wrapped, and name branded atop it.

Legible Enough

A plant leaves to rhizobia what is rhizobia's. A people leave to pre-industrial or pre-capitalist or pre-historic or pre-linguistic peopls what is pre-linguistic. Might make what these words are saying utterly uninformative are perhaps no more complex a move than the nose the eyes edit out.

Being an angel, messenger, transmission line, internet protocol. Bacteria. Getting my plant its fix of nitrogen, pulling from the air perfect bioavailablity leaving every word a simple no expert misinterpreters adversarially twist. No (thorn), no (nuerotoxin), no (tannin) says only what it means: no. No.

No.

A "just kidding" or "I don't have time for your games" say back "you didn't say no to my particular subset." No adapts: urchin spines but it's plants to just-kidding's subset in particular. Each reply in the forest so accounted for, so deep in conversation, fifty definitions for no develop against each reply. Fifty no's for one reply collapse into one when the one reply is located. What it means for plants to be Earth "thinking out loud" -

"I feel this way" beside "I have this preference" beside "Out! You, specifically!" next to a no able to say all three in one; occasionally lethally.

Where Safety Looks Like Babble