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

Friday, November 7, 2014

lunging once more— the same mile

Late in the summer we went to the community pool, the three of us, Brendan swimming with Ricky as I stayed under the awnings trying to shape a modern ghazal into being.

Intentional, strategic repetition invites a stronger lyrical reading process. A greater sense of ebb and flow is brought to the details. As swimming. Motioning across the racing stripes balanced on the surface of the water. Repeated trips down the same strip of water. Circling back across the water, then lunging once more— the same mile.
The few hours in the sun left me drained. Even in the shade, with a mild wind, I feel a heavy exhaustion from the day. Fighting off sleep for a few more moments.

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