Thursday, April 22, 2010

'No respite, no reprieve. I saw everything as it were : vivid as a kestrel, winding, or steadfast as a learned scholar, learning. We experience the image, though we remain outside of it.'

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'I swear to sit still and not listen to you. My many bad ideas have had me locked up in glass. No matter now. I'm still free, not stillborn.'
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Tuesday, April 20, 2010

'Yes, yes, I was made for you.'

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'I felt I had surprised the street-life before me by breaking into it and entering it at its own pace. No one looked up, and, really, I saw little. It all went on around me. Each moment, with its own life, went forward.' Philadelphia, 4.17.10
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'I had to face an idea, one made of time and memory. Split by the harsh whiteness of reality, things fell to either side -- either the real had made me, or I had made the unreal. One factor needed the controls.'
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'This was not a dreamscape; this was real life - the heavy, drawn sky, the flat, planar incline, and - yes - the weird figures cresting the hill. What they were was all they were not. To recreate this moment, I knew, even with words, would ever be impossible. Yet, I give it now to you.' Arneytown, NJ


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'Reflected in some light glory, even the backyard graves were telling plain stories.' The old Quaker Meeting House, in Plumstead PA.
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Saturday, April 10, 2010

'Yes, I am lonely; but I am a place on the map in a fear-land of Hell called mis-guided justice and purloined foolishness. You shall never jar me, and I shall never know your amends.'
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'The fast and the steady, where the finks drink and the marmots connect. Once I was alone, and - standing steady and straight - I walked right in as if I owned the place.'
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'Out of your reach, oh Land of the Lost. The Great Father is indeed waiting for you.'
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