my birthday is in one month. im still thinking about univocity. there is this description about bird migration by a poet i found on twitter that is now making me think about univocity more. i bought one of her books; at least one of her books. maybe a second is on the way. she is very catholic and young woman catholic in a way that is very chic rn except the book was published in maybe 2003. the quote i saw is the following: "'birds feel something akin to pain (and fear) just before migration,' writes poet lorine niedecker, and 'nothing alleviates this feeling excerpt flight (the rapid motion of wings).'" the quote i saw is actually an excerpt of something that i dont know the title of or any details about. i hope the essay is good because i think im writing something very good (and doing things very well in general) since reading the excerpt that quotes her. i dont think it's important that she uses the word akin and doesnt say that the birds feel pain. i think birds feel pain. it's more like, the desire to migrate (wherever it originates from), is akin to pain and fear. moreso than that, the feelings the birds experience is our sense of fear and pain. if i were to take a much stronger, much shorter, and much more wrong stance, i would say the feelings are equivalent. equivalencies obvously don't apply interspecialy because equivalences obviously don't apply intraspecialy. is is more than enough. my desires (wherever they originate from) instill something akin to pain (and fear) in me too. i've started sitting in new places in my apartment. my newest place is on my bed with my window open.
its all a continuity problem isnt it. i have to initiate change because without change there is no continuity. it sounds backwards doesnt it. change you would think is what breaks it not maintains it. but i would respond something about a truth contained requires its opposite or mumble about dialectics or just go i dont want everything to blend together and that's the real point. the same thing as being the same thing is being dead.