ancestral crowds
populated solitudes
and
the
committee
in
my
head
has
spoken
posted by name of the rose at 8:01 p.m.
soak the edge
The inside of thought is where everything teems and stirs with a thousand cracks is where the water meets the shore like threads pulled taut that soak the edge
Friday, October 15, 2004
populated solitudes
and
the
committee
in
my
head
has
spoken
13 Comments:
how I'd love to know how and what that committee thinks at times ...
I like this. alot.
well its great when there is concensus...
and thanks...
I'm always somewhat intrigued by handwriting ... I think that it's indicative of personality, to a certain extent, though I can't 'read' it.
it's interesting nonetheless to see yours, in the background here .. the lowercase, how the letters are traced, cursive ... how the 'peac' seems to be one fluid stroke until it reaches the 'e', when the pen is lifted ...
that is a very messy version of mine...but yes, I thought the same things when I saw yours too...
[nascent notes]
[...that spell the birth of transformation] changing the tune, whistling a different one ...
and once again, it has been taken from under my eyes ..., in mid-stroke - and thought.
...for you, its back...not really happy with it yet however...
thank you ...
you're welcome
...and I am glad that you got the tone of it,
because I was uncertain if it managed to read that way,
the idea of [changing the tune, whistling a different one]...
yes, yes ... I'd gotten that; I've had to read it many, many times - it's a little unsettling at moments, but I've become more comfortable with it ... from the inside out, on the other side of the table; I'm not used to it.
if it is unsettling, it might just be that it doesn't succeed...while also noting your deletion from the night before (...?)
success depends on the goal; it's a particularly pertinent piece as you play on ideas that I've pondered - and that you've clearly played with for a long time - and take it and them elsewhere ... and I'm not accustomed to seeing this sort of ... dexterity and range and understanding; it takes a moment to comprehend.
in short, it's both unsettling and inviting.
for you - and you alone - I have reposted; I take no pleasure in reading or thinking about it; it is however part of a 'life lived', as neruda said.
there is something very postmodern about unposting and reposting a 'life lived'...thank you
and now I need to ponder this for awhile...
[success depends on the goal]
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