Where what I do, does
“Was there ever a period when my words weren’t already headed?”
I remember what the sculptor said, at our wedding:
“How very many years it takes to get to this – the unitary lean. Two figures completed in one. So much stripping and friction, hacking and cuts. So very many tools applied. The hurt and the loss, the heat and the cold. Form and substance are hard to reshape. A person is a stubborn thing. Nuance and habits of matter overcome. Natural processes and straining retrained. Rock removed from its quarry – blasted and torn where it rested and grew. A new context of becoming so forceful and delicate. Ravaged and renewing till it holds itself up.”
– how our weight is supported, these 22 years.
-the near-unconsciousness of possible meanings -
POET CAFE - blog by Alex Markovich (42 y.o., Russia, author, artist, theater director)
Daydreaming and then, maybe, writing a poem about it. And that's my life.
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Caminante, no hay camino. Se hace camino al andar. Wayfarer, there is no way. You make a way as you go. (Antonio Machado)
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Freyja Howls is a writer, performer and activist who would have been a style icon and comedian a century ago.
Dreams, thoughts, and experiences expressed through poetry and prose
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