“... 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
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
an extended visual moment. flame. scattered. a camera shifted microsecond. your wild hair. my manic laugh. there was talk and sound. in that instant. a wish, a beginning with inarticulate syllables. repeat the number 30. count. repeat. a sentence with no predicate stands still. flame scatters suspended. illuminates. repetition with a shift, slight, clear.
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