not a pretty picture. not a good. not a bad. picture. but an argument.

Monday, April 4, 2011

my window





















i live here.  i come from very precise bearings,
born between two people who have exactly 
precise bearings, and grew up at the intersection
of all that i've experienced, alongside of all that
everyone i have come into contact with has experienced. 
i am a remarkably failed human being with absolutely
soul bending momentary experiences.  just like you.

6 comments:

  1. "...soul bending momentary experiences. just like you."

    Ah, that's comforting.
    At the end of the day, we all need to know this and try to get some respite.

    At the end of the day, though, we shut out the light and the noise of those momentary experiences and our whole life returns to tease us.

    I dreamt my daughter was crying out loud, as I walked off to work. She is your age-about-now and still I think of her as the little girl who can't let go of mother. That crying will constantly remind me of my failures.

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  2. oh rosaria, we all fail. isn't that something? we all fail. and yet, and yet, you and i both know those other moments.

    i dream in fits, small snake mouths coming at me. what is this thing, this spring?

    xo
    erin

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  3. Failure - what a heavy theme.

    These days kids/teens just throw that word around.

    "Fail"

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  4. do they? i wouldn't know. i feel i live continents and oceans away from teens.

    failure. we're all pretty good at it.

    xo
    erin

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  5. is this yours window ? :-) I can always remember and never forgot the beautifull woman in a window...

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  6. yes, laura. this is my bedroom window.

    xo
    erin

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"Words at the limit of hearing, attributable to no one, received in the conch of the ear like dew by a leaf." (philippe jaccottet) or even a quiet presence is appreciated))