There is a need for another kind of necessity like a non-productive
economy crisscrossed by a wet mathematical forgetfulness. As if to
convey its inaccessibility, a house, having refused the goldfinch,
pine siskin and chickadee chorus, stands silent and alone just to be
correct. If you strain, you might see the black streaks in woodgrain
where nails have bled from weather. It’s this kind of liberation that
keeps me from forgetting the demand of having refused. In notational
script, courage requires of us a lessening.