In attempt to reach the Reality in the Child, maybe the little lamp blinked and she raised her head and looked. She must have because it’s true that the room rocked for stagnant memories. Now I’ve got room in a moment, measured and invariable.
The process: Tom Beckett's questions, my meditation (back straight, hands in lap, breath even), my formative verbal answer (in me leveling head, never written down), then pasting the question into google images, then seeking images that "matched up" or overlapped how I would verbally answer the question (or went in a direction I hadn't "thought" of). These may not be my best, final (or my only) answers, but they definitely are the best available answers. I'd answer some of these questions quite differently now, verbally and visually, but I stand by these answers (provisional truths) as I saw them at each particular, problematic, idiosyncratic point of interrogation.
In any case, this may be the first extended visual/verbal dialog between two poets, almost two years in the making (from Columbus, OH to Moscow, ID), close to 400 pages in length.
The next step is to write poems based on the images without paying "attention" to the questions.
Then, next, locate images that "match up" with the poems, then write...
Hey, that's dialog! We hope Barthe and Bahktin are chuckling in their graves.
Link to Tom Beckett reading the Qs at the Avant Writing Festival: