name of the rose

These are the inhalations~exhalations of one atelierista engaged in a daily turn about, an ongoing conversation, a line of flight that casts pebbles into ripples and tacks between the lived events of reggio emilia's pedagogy of listening as a world view of communities in collaboration whenever certainties are questioned and a way of becoming-allthings deleuzoguattarian through the visible trace of this expression. Without listening, one cannot let go.

August 01, 2004

Hardback chair

What destiny,
what lines of force.
Vermillion nods
that
sew the sky
with
wandering cello grasps
are never gifts
unless
returned.

name of the rose

August 01, 2004

Hardback chair

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