‘establish the work of your hands’.
it finds a steady hum, the beat of an
ocular dance stretched letter by letter.
they are their own chisel, chipping at
moral tessellations: an unfettered trust
in some kind of labour, digital ink.
and now and again the hope of medial
transmission – seeds scattered to take
root, detoxify, strangle discursive weeds.
but what is the work of these hands?
concrete compressions into widgets
ordered on a screen. pixel stocks.
engineered perception, the surface
made tectonic, a stone made stony,
the circulation nudged to churn again.
Jonathan B. Chan is a student at the University of Cambridge. Born in New York to a Malaysian father and South Korean mother, he was raised in Singapore. He is preoccupied with questions relating to faith, prayer, and identity. He has recently been moved by the writing of Frank O’Hara, Li-Young Lee, and Charles Olson.