Self and reality. Symbol and language. Myth and image. Memory and consciousness.
Dream and unreality: locus communis.

Friday, October 29, 2010

86/365 - 90/365

Finished reading a collection of fragmented modern writing, intentional broken phrases and twisted notions of literature. That is—twisted as in altered, realigned, personal, private—

Ominous sight: a swinging screendoor, banging against an empty house. Each swipe at the air pulls it further off its hinges.

A green grasshopper
clings to a speeding windshield
hitching a ride south.

On august treetops
dragonflies gather en masse,
dangling metaphors.

Another moment:
mundane day with limited

In bed together:
thirty minutes of reading.
Lights will then turn off.

Outside the second
story window—chimney swifts
wing across the air.

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