The fields that Arthur Parsing parses are frames and variables and motions. Organization is how Arthur’s parsing parses. First he notes insects clouding grasses and that the sky is bereft of birds. Then the wind comes with a transparent cheering. Blushing, he notes the alternating bands of colors that are held together by surface tensions. From there he intuits the continuous danger of everything flying apart.
When Arthur parses he hums to himself: “What is he looking for? What is he looking for?”
It is hard to monitor the surface tensions that subtend a composition.
Sometimes Arthur Parsing’s parsing pulls the past into the system of the present. Geographies become multiple: a hill stops being a hill, becomes a junction between time-spaces. His pulling-in unfolds around an invisible intentional line that difficulties endanger by changing.
When difficulties arise—and they do—-he picks up his Fischer-Price telephone and says: “Party’s getting rough.” This secret code springs an imaginary combine. Messages hurtle through metal tubes and trigger actions which are undertaken by agents who sit in offices waiting for messages to strike them like billiard balls. Balances are restored as cumulative effects of these actions. It doesn’t matter what the actions are.
Arthur Parsing parses the universe of a five year old. In that universe when Arthur Parsing parses he does not need to parse Arthur Parsing’s parsing. Arthur, parsing, is an observer. Arthur Parsing is transparent.