"Smoke and wind and fire are all things you can feel but can't touch. Memories and dreams are like that too. They're what this world is made up of. There's really only a very short time that we get hair and teeth and put on red cloth and have bones and skin and look out eyes. Not for long. Some folks longer than others. If you're lucky, you'll get to be the one who tells the story: how the eyes have seen, the hair has blown, the caress the skin has felt, how the bones have ached.
"What the human heart is like, " he said.
"How the devil called and we did not answer.
"How we answered."

from The Man Who Fell In Love With The Moon

Saturday, July 14, 2012

trestles

light       river      skin

swallows move incessantly between the swaying cottonwoods

what could i have said? 


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sweat becomes a manner of speaking.
speaking is a palpitating creation always just formed, forming.


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"notes for future use"

- mouth as ampullae of Lorenzini
- mouth as Da Vinci's reputed circle
- body as palmate  (over your palmate body chivalry goes out the window)
- body as an espalier


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it has been argued (Scarry, E.) that we want to replicate what we find beautiful.  that this, in fact, makes us better, more capable of spontaneously being just, loving, kind creatures.

take my hand.  let's go to bed right now.

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light      river     skin

a nameless place.
laughter.  curled desire and an ease that didn't come easy.  until it did.

what could i have said?




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