SUCH SLIDINGS
Such things (percepts, perceptions) often flow by us unnoticed. Our primary influences, the objects that create us into a subject....
It still happens regularly.
Listening now to an old song I knew then, the words, so familiar, intergrown as barbed wire into a tree, unpeel in clarity and reveal completely new words, new meanings. Of course that is what the lyrics are, clear, logical, making sense, making story.
"que de sang caillé sur mon chemin griffé de lumière, l'or défunt des réverbères"
A [mind] that hath the power of motion within itself, and which stands in need of no foreign assistance. --John Quincy
making family memories one by one
I'm a librarian. I'm a dude. Mr. Library Dude. Blogging about libraries, technology & teaching.
Words form the thread upon which we string our experiences. - Aldous Huxley
Musings of a science teacher & skeptic in an age of woo.
how the view changes on the way
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Thanks for the reblog!