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).

We wept.

And made language.


Because beauty.*


If occasion is beautiful, we long –


Longing will depress

[equal and opposite force]

therefore, express.


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.”

–Dan Beachy-Quick


Without regard for Truth.

Aching willn’t analyze.


Fact fail.



We perceive the beauty and we hurt

and know not what to name it –

object, emotion, experience,



Falter, wend,

Weave and prove,



N Filbert 2014

*I consider the “beautiful” the ‘total matrix’ of experience, i.e. some sense of a whole


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

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