Apparently I failed to jot it down.
Annoyed with myself, I crawled on the bike and pedaled my way through Kroetsch's Seed Catalogue. Not exactly punishment, I know. All the while I thought about accumulation and delay and how it might apply to what I'm working on.
Serendipity is a dippy word in my opinion, but it did come to mind when I hit these words on page 17:
This is a prairie road.
This road is the shortest distance
between nowhere and nowhere.
This road is a poem.
Though I've read those words many times before, it was never when I needed them. I know I need them now.
As for what Kroetsch said about failure at that session, I can only guess. I now have several versions going through my head, none of which sound quite right. What I know for sure is where he was looking when he said those words. I remember the expression on his face. I could easily sketch it. And as I pedaled I thought a sketch was indeed in order. But then I hit these words on page 23:
We silence words
by writing them down.
What if by sketching him I silence the expression? If I silence the expression, I'll lose my link to the words. I'll lose my direction. At that point I found myself pedaling faster, despite the increased tension. My heart was pounding. I knew I was getting carried away. But that's allowed. Then came a clue on page 36:
He is somewhere under the failed wave.
So there I go.