Laawn Yaw’n

July 31, 2008 in brushes

The darkness never described it.  And if you said it was yellow, I would never believe you.  But, then, what is that outside.  Tonight, as the sprinklers turn on and all that can be heard is water dropping.  In the heat of summer, in this little park.  The kids were up a little while ago, [...]

Null-logic.

July 27, 2008 in brushes, letter

As lines meet, at the end of the road, do they cross?  Can lines, like ideas, cross?  Remember an idea- that little Notion, determinate and simple.  “An Idea has two sides,” Hegel said,  “The positive and negative side, making-up it’s appearance.”  Of course we only see one-side, normally, the positive side.  Even if, the positive [...]

RE: Hello. Say Goodbye.

July 14, 2008 in letter

It’s because of what you said, that I’m not listening to you.  It’s because I listened, that you can’t hear me now.  While I went away, you now drift.  When I thought I was drifting, you pushed me away.
You– while you were saying.  Hello.
Me– while you were saying.  Goodbye.
You– while you’re saying.  Hello.
Me– while you’re [...]

Distancing the Thought, of you.

July 11, 2008 in letter

I was trying to double fractions.  Then she sang to me slightly.  I began to feel the minutes naturally overcome me, like a moment of elevation.  There my thoughts surrounded me, like clouds they passed by without noticing– the wasting time. Thoughts quickly turning, laboring.  There patiently waiting, mentally taking ideas from side to side.  [...]

Answers, in blinking. To: You.

July 9, 2008 in brushes

I don’t think you should call me– aesthete, aesthete.  Those words don’t sound right coming from your mouth.  As they strike me, carving a shoreline around my body.  As if I cared about the meaning of my body, as if this body could dance– like you thought.  As if it enjoyed the dew of a [...]

In Waiting– then wait and ask for more.

July 1, 2008 in brushes, figurative

Everything is getting easier.  The pain of novelty is slowly fading. Those chance events, striating bodies are healing.  looking at my belly, watching it raise like a small mound and flatten like it was commanded, I think of Jonah.  Screaming, “Where is the light!  I will not touch these disgusting walls.”  Jonah, now left to [...]