I am intrigued by how words mean when we imply that they do,
how they tend to break up across the rock of accountability
and in the soup kitchen of the unconscious.
Do you know what I mean?
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Nothing I Write
Nothing I write appears to be something.
I wonder if, so transformed, memory reaches for a time
I love the feel of this post... especially the phrase : I wonder... and I like the interplay of the apparent opposites... especially when the nothing that matters manages to speak... now, to the listening...that's a whole other project
I love the feel of this post... especially the phrase : I wonder...
ReplyDeleteand I like the interplay of the apparent opposites... especially when the nothing that matters manages to speak...
now, to the listening...that's a whole other project
Yes indeed, that project of listening is a w/hole other transformational path. Thanks, Harlequin, for stopping by to walk a little with me.
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