Review #32: ‘The Black Dot’ by Kristin Prevallet
Picture a black dot. Now imagine staring at it for five minutes (as William James directs). Picture two black dots. Picture a lower-case letter “m.” Place the two dots under the arches. Now move the dots a bit to the right. What do you think you will see? The mind at work, unable to stop? Mammary glands? That’s one way Prevallet’s meditation on making meaning in somatic space might begin. Don’t forget to breathe.
Disclosures: Prevallet’s poetics is partly informed by her vocation as a hypnotherapist.
Favorites: Repeated readings of this text at random will open up new spaces inside your head.
Read Prevallet on Trance Poetics at Drunken Boat.