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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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    Simplicity







    The garden gate is opened
    as easily as a turned page
    questioned by a regular devotion
    and once inside, our gazes
    have no need to fix on objects
    that already exist completely in memory.
    I am familiar with the customs and the souls
    and that dialectic of allusions
    which any gathering of humans weaves.
    I need not speak
    nor claim false privileges;
    those who surround me here know me well,
    know well my afflictions and my weakness.
    That is to attain the highest thing,
    what will perhaps be given us by heaven:
    not veneration or victories,
    but simply to be accepted
    as part of an undeniable Reality,
    like stones and trees.










    poem :
    Simplicity, by Jorge Luis Borges
    (from Fervor de Buenos Aires, translated by Stephen Kessler)
    image : Syncopath, A woman. A bench. Brussels, 2013

    Sat, Nov 8, 2014  Permanent link

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    Wildcat     Thu, Nov 13, 2014  Permanent link
    beautiful poem, thank you- didn't know this one..
    gamma     Sat, Jan 17, 2015  Permanent link
    A horrible poem this time ;-)

    I imagine a yard that has no relevant details anymore. Unchanged, it is completely uninteresting, unrefreshing. And this is like visual impairment that is sinking down to the gut feeling that I know some people without appearance.

    Just imagine the opposite.
    Few known people in an unknown jungle.
    You run to them.
    And they look insanely unfamiliar.

     
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