“Life is not susceptible perhaps to the treatment we give it when we try to tell it.”
2 Books that generate promise…
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“the visible is perhaps only an invisible anxious to be known”
“arrange whatever pieces come your way”
“what rich moment will you find, ever,
that isn’t cheapened by your reaching for it?”
Even though we made it up in the first place – visible, invisible.
It came in pieces.
We reached for it/them
to puzzle them together.
Some pieces fit, some don’t
We decide what to make of them
Who “we” is, for example.
Once it/they come (whatever I/you decide it/they is/are)
It/they cannot be discarded or undone
Only selected or refused.
Reality isn’t matter. Doesn’t.
And it does.
To a certain extent
“we” call “invisible.”
Here’s a piece: “peace”
Or “god,” “love,” “me,” “you”
“self,” “cat” or “unicorn”
“Here’s” “a” “piece.”
What do you make of it?
In other words –
what do you see?
is it visible or invisible
when you reach?
“Or” – an enormous piece
I threw in there.
“Error in life is necessary for life,
and error in poetry is necessary for poetry”
On attachment, detaching, and ordinary life.
Exploring the Intersection of Efficiency and Librarianship
Graphic Novels & Webcomics by G. E. Gallas
"As for me I reduce everything to a tumult of words" - Clarice Lispector
"the letter always reaches its destination" -- Jacques Derrida
Chasing big dreams one photo at a time
Poetry, haiku, tanka, and micropoetry
I had a dream that I didn’t want the lion to eat the lamb and the lion came up and lapped my face like a big puppy dog and then I picked up the lamb and it kissed me. - Jack Kerouac
an investigation into the nature of our engagement with spaces, by means of documentary gesture towards the everyday
Chantelle Atkins, Author
Fiction, Nonfiction, and Poetry Journal