i suppose some people might not know that if i get a poetic impulse i let it out here…
We stitch. We wend. The warp and woof (or weft).
And made language.
If occasion is beautiful, we long –
Longing will depress
[equal and opposite force]
We cry. Sigh and stutter. Susurrate.
We long: Compress. Express.
And make longuage.
“A thought leaves no print; leaves only the print of word in ink on page.”
Without regard for Truth.
Aching willn’t analyze.
We perceive the beauty and we hurt
and know not what to name it –
object, emotion, experience,
Weave and prove,
N Filbert 2014
*I consider the “beautiful” the ‘total matrix’ of experience, i.e. some sense of a whole