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Creativity, then, the loose wire running through me; alive, and spattering potential annihilation - sizzled sparks in the accidental connection - drowsed personhood and the dancing wire: live, jumping in erratic awkwardness, hissing in white fire, then perfected in electric consummation… Leaving identity electrocuted along the roadside to gather up later, skin still faintly scented of burning flesh.
She sat each day in a stone room with a stone floor and three windows, drawing identical versions of imaginary flower petals, and many circles and the same haunted moon.
Random images of beauty intelligible only to their maker...are they poems? More, will they survive. Is poetry the loveliest of beauty—or merely the most unintelligible. Is poetry the property of the elite...or the common man.
Curled like a soft syllable, she said, because there are many syllables, and much saying; there is softness, and it is morning, and coffee comes in a white cup and saucer, with cream and brown sugar, and it is carried back to bed.
A journal can only carry one track of thought at a time: we live in a linear universe. The arguments, counter-arguments, horror at whatever the self viewing the self might experience cannot adequately be laid out – even when a commentary for such is provided. We only write one thought at a time. Journals don’t really tell the truth. All they get to do is cover some of the details.
It was morning and he was not there. I looked for him. How far could a man go? It was four-forty-three a.m., and raining. I heard thunder. Low like a cat’s rumbled purr. Knew he was gone.
carrots there were, and apples, sliced and brown. crackers, a nip of cheese. little gold fish that swam in plastic raincoats. one round wafer, made of vanilla. everyone was smiling. wee ones feasted, and said thank you, and thank you again. three children danced, and one stood on her head in glee.
tiny poetry
Gli antropologi culturali da sempre hanno evidenziato la poca aggressività delle popolazioni del sud est asiatico. Nel loro caso non si può parlare della povertà come causa scatenante della violenza. Questo comportamento è giustificato dal loro dedicarsi prevalentemente ad attività artistiche compreso il ballo. Tutto questo non esiste nel nostro mondo consumistico.
photography
because dreams are strange (photograph taken through glass)
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