Indeed, writing once mimicked a plowed field: a farmer drove his ox down a row, then turned in the opposite direction, and this is how Greek text was printed—'boustrophedon' = ox-turning. Less far-flung: songlines, stories told by Aboriginal people walking their country, stories rooted in landscape. The beats of poetic meter were first the beats of feet, the link between 'chorus' and 'choreography.' And a 'passage' of text is like a 'passage' in place. And so on.
Jane Alison, Meander, Spiral, Explode












