Metaphors of Mind

Metaphors of Mind


I thought about the East like sunrise, or, the bright shadow of sun as it sets on the sea.  Opening out, up, growing wider from a perceptive center.


I thought of my own like a spider rushing to complete its web and attachments to structures while the prey already wriggles in its core.  Spinning quickly, creating patterns, finding foundations so one might approach, carefully, and engage.


And of the wise, “responding with the submissiveness of a mirror to a completely unthinkable array of things where there’s no space or time” (Arkadii Dragomoshchenko, Xenia).  “And which I can’t accept” (he adds immediately afterwords).


My wife like a field of slender grasses made out of senses waving in rain.  It touches everywhere and then is guided and drawn into the veins and roots in a natural process.


An ecstatic: the moon hovering above, without details, yet influencing tides.


Fundamentalists jackhammering surfaces to shape; drilling from the riggings a far cylindrical bore.


The verbavore – translating, translating, translating…signs, digits, numbers.


Intuitionists: winds situationally directed by unseen prompts or hidden obstacles.


Perhaps the thing itself – sensual and complex machine – absorbing, recording, repeating and combining – crafting temperaments at the switchboard?

N Filbert 2012

6 thoughts on “Metaphors of Mind

  1. thank you for taking the time to wander the forest. I appreciate your consideration in visiting…and am heading over to your neck of the wood…

"A word is a bridge thrown between myself and an other - a territory shared by both" - M. Bakhtin

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