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i am an eXperiment. a Syncopated word & image coLLage imported from Our minD sEnse-thoUght collective stream. a trial 2 eXpress the aRhythmia & the off beat that lies in-betwEEn the bond made of: imAge narrative & senSation. an aEsthetic act and aim of WondeR in the search for a CRaCK. as for if anything eXists at all it exisTs i n - b e T w e e n.
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    Anticipation of Love

    Neither the intimacy of your look, your brow fair as a feast day,
    nor the favor of your body, still mysterious, reserved, and childlike,
    nor what comes to me of your life, settling in words or silence,
    will be so mysterious a gift
    as the sight of your sleep, enfolded
    in the vigil of my arms.
    Virgin again, miraculously, by the absolving power of sleep,
    quiet and luminous like some happy thing recovered by memory,
    you will give me that shore of your life that you yourself do not own.
    Cast up into silence
    I shall discern that ultimate beach of your being
    and see you for the first time, perhaps,
    as God must see you —
    the fiction of Time destroyed,
    free from love, from me.







    text : Jorge Luis Borges, "Amorosa Anticipacion", translated by Alastair Read.
    images : Syncopath, "Data Visualization", in both images the poem's verbatim data is fully reserved.

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    gamma     Fri, Jan 27, 2012  Permanent link
    I am too concerned for my love to read a poem like this and I need some kind of pills immediately! I've been like missing or ignoring your posts for 2 years and now I am losing hair over that thing too!
     
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