“... poetry is not a luxury. It is a vital necessity of our existence. It forms the quality of the light within which we predicate our hopes and dreams toward survival and change, first made into language, then into idea, then into more tangible action. Poetry is the way we help give name to the nameless so it can be thought. The farthest horizons of our hopes and fears are cobbled by our poems, carved from the rock experiences of our daily lives.” --Audre Lorde
Monday, August 31, 2009
traveling sideways each unexpected disintegrating on the wind a variety of textures at this moment the process of—grains of wood long and fine spread across indiscernible movement the feel of time slowed this empty space of a single note lingering—a skin irritation a humming appliance an eyelash falls without warning this lesson (in)stilled no test no outcome—taste this permanent timeless circle frozen stop here—rest
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