la folla
her plea
to sit beside me
at all costs proclaims
that I am hers each time we meet,
haloed softly by a reconciling sigh
that I am also theirs as well, each four year old concession
s u r r e n d e r e d smoothly, l i k e the g e n t l e s o a k of s l e e p
"Over the muddy, chaotic earth a red pink wall
seemed not to harbour moonglow but to shed a light
of its own. There is probably no other way to name
tendernous than that pink red." (JLB, 1936)
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[... proclaims that I am hers each time we meet,
haloed softly by a reconciling sigh ...]
interesting that this can apply to both child and adult, and be just as strong and moving with each.
yes, I suppose it could apply to both
and is also somewhat revealing as to the sort of interactions you've had and noted ...
referring to that seeming contradiction of a sweet
surrender, you mean?
among other things, yes
[other things]...like curiousity at this
a [curiosity] at the daily, the moments that mark and make a day
yes...and thanks for correcting my spelling...I am going to miss reading your thoughts filled with some of the same...
I hadn't noticed the typo, but do look forward to your continued thoughts, posts, poems and art ... 'ancestral crowds' being one of my preferred, among others
well thankyou and sometimes the context from which it flows is the gift
...is your current disengagement on your site temporary, shifting perspective from the inward to the outward glance a temporary thing?...stated another way, I am simply saying that I like how you write
thank you ... and, I'm not too sure; I suspect that it's temporary, but its 'raison d'etre' has come full circle and exhausted itself in some respects, so ... I'm not too sure.
one can't force it, but one day, when the time is right, perhaps more cairo will get written since I will bet it all that there is so much more to say; I'll await that day...
and for some reason, I never really imagined you as a betting woman ...
and am generally not, but some things are a sure thing...on this particular one, I couldn't lose
then cheers, 'to sure things' ...
he says, glass in hand while standing high atop Moses'
mountain, having shown me Brel's [les vieux amants]
you once wrote that you [questioned your motives for posting]...and so I would also bet that you will continue to write just for yourself ...
more accurately, it's a glass of white sitting in a chair ... but, Brel is genius, is he not? as is his 'ces gens-la' ... and 'bourgeois' .. and 'mathilde'
[would also bet that you will continue to write] ... for a woman who doesn't bet a lot, you certainly are moving out of your element ...
yes to all things brel, but there you go, shifting the question back again without answering...its because of what you carry forward within you (as I perceive it), those ancestral crowds filled with ..."a thousand destinies. As you walk, you cut open and create that river bed into which the stream of your descendants shall enter and flow..." htat will always find expression...so yes, I'll bet on that
you flatter me ... and these ideas really are about a certain 4y/o who wants you all to herself, knowing that she'll have to share as well ... and that there should be special words for certain things that don't yet have names, but that exist nevertheless.
and in a sense, a marriage of words, worlds and ideas.
[and in a sense, a marriage of words, worlds and ideas.]
nicely stated
and that there will always be more to name...
always more to juxtapose one's sensibility against
from within certain images that remain full even in subsequent glances
...one could call that the unending possibilties of
to speak tangentially, I thought for sure that you had digitally collaged that image into place when I first saw ['le jet d'eau], bare branches angled strangely against a car, but it was undoctored, that it had more to do with how you framed it, and that it could continue to provoke, a becoming 'le-jet-d'eau
[digitally collaged that image into place when I first saw ['le jet d'eau]]
unfortunately, I'm not quite clever enough to collage images, though I suppose that it could be interesting ... what's more interesting to me than that though, is that you see it differently than I ... where part of it for me is the attaction of the Alfa in the foreground, with the oddly manicured trees as a frame ... and le jet d'eau as something cursory.
your thoughts are my photos, I suppose ... [the toss], the [personal] in war of selves and self ... any number of other things; images created in-mind from written word.
[continued becomings]
the [Alpha]?, the [oddly manicured trees as a frame] in the foreground are incredibly unique, strangely stunning, strikingly unusual, to the point of being somewhat haunting and are the thing that draws one in to find what lies beyond...it creates a circular gaze, from fore to mid to background that loops around again ...always ending up back at the subtle-almost-unnoticed thing 'beyond' the obvious (for me) and the subsequent visual rhythm back into its capture that this loop creates
I liked how you stated this ...[your thoughts are my photos, I suppose ... [the toss], the [personal] in war of selves and self ... any number of other things; images created in-mind from written word.]...as if to think your photos are warring factions of your [selves and self], as if created [in-mind from written word]?
the Alpha Romeo ... the Italian sportscar framed by the trees ...
[photos are warring factions ...] I hadn't considered it like this, but rather that the words that you write create images (for me), paint pictures of things I may have thought but not seen in such light, or frame in an understandable way, though I wouldn't have framed it as such myself.
a different way of viewing things.
...something to be said for the exchange of it
indeed ...
[just as there is for misspelling the object of my given affection ... Alfa Romeo - Freudian? seems so passe, which is precisely what it is.]
well you mispelled it only because I did, me not thinking in terms of cars, but wondering if you were either referring to some foreign species of tree, the alfa tree or maybe making a cryptic statement about alpha and omega...o to be the object of your affection
[ALfa in the foreground]...isn't that an Elvis song?
in some respects, you already are ...
[[Alfa in the foreground]...isn't that an Elvis song?]]
it might be, though I suspect that it's being confused with Alphaville's classic from teh late 80s early 90s - 'Forever Young', which Elvis unfortunately was not ...
then in those respects, I am appreciative
and yes, Alphaville (although wasn't it really called Graceland?)...I think I might have been getting mixed up between Original Elvis and Elvis Karaoke which of course is not the same, something about a rainy night in goergia while also being forever young?
'Rainy Night in Georgia' would be Brook Benton, though Kentucky Rain would be the King, and Georgia on my Mind would be Mr. Ray Charles, and 'That's the Night the Lights Went Out in Georgia' would be Reba McEntire ... but the spirit is alive and well.
and, 'o to be as fortunate as a four year with good intentions and sloppy kisses'
touché'...and o to be matching wits with a musical master, vast audio library and all
although they were a little sloppy, they were steeped in good intentions...and if you close your eyes, you can imagine that they were also tender
yes, tender as I can only imagine
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