Trying too hard for clarity, we speak casually of ‘space.’ I can say ‘the space of the poem’ and proceed. We think: well, I mean ‘negative space.’ Or ‘neural space. But the space of a poem is not ‘neutral’: it is full of promise. Think how quickly we play along with the potentialities of the space outlined by a fragment of Anakreon (Sixth Century B.C.). I open Davenport’s 7 GREEKS (New Directions) to Anakreon fragment 120:
‘Eros melting in the mouth.’
Full of possible meanings, some more likely than others. No point in assuming a zero-grade space. This isn’t geometry.