a presence inspired by the production of perpetual passion. or perhaps vice versa. processual prose for the preservation of captivating moments. memory must exist to exist. i capture moments to make it so.
"claudelean are you awake?" always. "if you could have one wish what would it be?" for an instant to forget my body.
with a mind of material, i attempt to write out what is within. it helps me forget my body to make matter.
Saturday, December 20, 2008
fiddler in the subway.
Others narrate with lyres or harps; I tell with my thought. For he finds nothing, who through music Finds only what he feels. Words weigh more which, carefully measured, Say that the world exists.
You play that violin, girl! Rock on.
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