People are who they are but what they want to be is seen by association. People acquire characteristics by association and they try. To stand in the right place. To judge the strength of the response. All of these to association and people. Association. People frame themselves in people frame themselves.
I have seen myself being used as a frame so much. not part of the context that is not my role. Part of the frame. The passive contribution to events. Being built into a stage for a performance not of the performance. Surroundings. People as surroundings. Frames and surroundings.Performance argument. There is a type of people argue with eachother including people as frames. I have just been in that frame last night. Frame shape it was me for argument within. Each blow measured exactly. Each blow followed by a glance at me passive to see me passive. Each check followed by retaliatory blow. play provocation. Silent stage. The most important party is the spectator. No audience no show. Control flow dispute character spaces. The art of provocative visiting. To passively incite. Existence provocation.
Today I learnt to see my garden from the car park. The entrance which is the start is all difficult instead it could be from the car park. Walk across the front of the garden where the primroses grow. Step up step up pass from bottom to top first inside then narrow. Perhaps a glade of Magnolia would be a nice idea where it starts. I will see. Slopes are always difficult but by a change I could keep it all from sliding sideways by a simple change and so perhaps a glade of Magnolias would be nice.
From the top of the garden the view travels out over the roof of the house as far as the eye can see. Down the valley across the fields out to the hills and hidden to Falmouth. Away and a view. From above it is all framed by the sky. No pylons and wires to sing to the sky. Rock a bye baby go floating to Falmouth. Here is the wind for stage. Across the quarry stands disused. These are the frames for Cornwall. Lying on my back after the mown grass is raked away flies a tawny owl. Quietly seen and not forgotten hope. Somewhere in the the windbreaks and the wood still stand against the elements. Daring to tawny owl safe haven. Here comes the wind again to blow so fast as dreams. Here comes the spring again to plant against its passage. No wonder fairies live in woodlands safe abode of dreams. Mushrooms. Dreams like mushrooms like woodlands. Frames for Cornwall safely looking out again.