Images of nests
Nonsensical and crooked, that is what they are!
Think of a diagram of a dream of a house
(not a dream house)
Think of a diagram of a dream of a house
when love has
bloomed but birds build
life inside of it after love is consumed.
Water washes it out
Memory cannot plot for or against it
, reverie refuses, to reconstruct it…
…And still they stand.
Writing is not cathartic, even though its feeling of release is present; it is not enlightening, however, it provokes critical thinking; it is not, above all, entertaining, nonetheless it transports you. I write in order to rationalize interiority, to catch emic experiences with a net. Everything, however, revolves and remains inside.
Wednesday, September 13, 2006
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