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

Friday, August 5, 2011

once


once this was a room and once this was a fur and once there was a woman who wore it.  once she walked this floor, once she wore this fur, once she was a woman inside it. who was she?  she.  and so who am i, or you?

do you see that ceiling light in the distance?  the tree-line?  her?  me?  you?

2 comments:

  1. ollie, what a wonderful way to put it. aren't we all in historical light, this continual falling off of the moment? thank you.

    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))