All The Words: April 2013
May 1, 2013 § 2 Comments
Night: not the darkness, but the silence, broken by your inner voice.April Fools’ the day, and the sun was ordered right but the soup was cold.
Noon: spring bears a shy sun after all.
Work: oblivion’s busy hands.
Care: we all know when to.
Theory: like a flag to be followed or burned.
Youth: one song is enough.
Sorrow: the core of the lava, hot and fluid, even as the ocean kisses its edges and gives birth to islands. Porous earth.
Oblivion: a memory: noon, the sea smooth as a mirror. Half the body, water, the other half, sand. The rest of the world blue sky.
Memory: the place where we forget ourselves the best.
Journey: “Close your eyes!”
Poem: I am to it what it is to me: that word, in the middle of a verse, and that other, two verses before or after. Or not written yet.
Writing: it’s not only what you do with words, but also what your words do with others.
Words: most unfaithful little creatures. Free them, and they’ll fly to seek punctuation elsewhere, too.
The same day: a book for one, a footnote for an other.
Too terrible: Marathon runners losing legs at the finish line, young brothers becoming murderers, the uncle in rage and fear, the manhunt…
Manhunt: CNN’s multiple orgasm
Skin-deep: skins deeply.
Resilience: only when very old one can really tell what one hasn’t survived.
Drama: any movement. Any!
Dialogue: only good and necessary if it moves the story forward? How about if it moves the soul?
Catharsis: invented for the spectators, not for the actors.
Photograph: we’re looked at, but not seen. We see, but are not there to look at. Both blind.
Photographic album: the photos missing, the photos moved three pages later, the two close together, the year we stopped adding to it. This.
Humanity: One can choose not to love but not to love.
Sinner: condemn only the one whose heart is not soften by sin.
Ego: almost like coughing. You can’t hold it back.
Intentions: the good, the bad, the ugly.
Numbers: naming eternity.
Early morning: the house wakes up and stretches its walls, yawns till doors and windows open, and lets water run down the taps, for music.