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

Tuesday, January 21, 2014

Litany of Images

A family acquaintance once made a comment off hand, without knowing my interests in writing, saying no one would ever write a poem for him. Ever since then I have approached the statement as a challenge— a potential moment for developing new ideas. Yet, a hesitancy always appears whenever a pen comes to hand— despite the fact I know the writing should continue from earlier fragments:
21/stone          psalms          pomegranates          codex          blood          mosaic          bookbinding          scriptoria          scribe (lithurgical)

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