There is so much. All this space, this space inside. Unfocused outlines. Visual thoughts that haunting keeping me here. And there.
An orange doric column. A wool dress. Black mane thick standing straight the sidewalk smiling a beauty admired and despised. The concave slope of dense shoulders persisting tforward.
-- le 7, 9 24 avril 2010
Showing posts with label mourning. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mourning. Show all posts
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
me here And there
Labels:
autobiography,
family,
grief,
identity,
language,
loss,
love,
memory,
mother,
mourning,
place,
sense memory,
synesthesia
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Joseph Campbell
It is only by going down into the abyss
that we recover the treasures of life.
Where you stumble,
there lies your treasure.
The very cave you are afraid to enter
turns out to be the source of
what you were looking for.
- Joseph Campbell
that we recover the treasures of life.
Where you stumble,
there lies your treasure.
The very cave you are afraid to enter
turns out to be the source of
what you were looking for.
- Joseph Campbell
Labels:
grief,
Joseph Campbell,
loss,
mourning,
mythology,
pain,
spirituality
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Saturday, July 4, 2009
Vermillion gape

Take me with vermillion words.
Cleave me.
I can take the weight.
An open violet gape wants to create.
I have enough inside.
I am not closing the cave door.
Cleave me.
I can take the weight.
An open violet gape wants to create.
I have enough inside.
I am not closing the cave door.
--le 5 juillet 2009
Labels:
body,
emotions,
loss,
mourning,
poésie,
poetry,
self-portrait,
sexuality,
souffrance,
text,
thoughts,
When is the time
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