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

Sunday, October 23, 2011

early morning curtain

on the other side of this curtain a woman sits frozen permanently (in my mind) on a chair beside tables of stuff for sale representing years and countless memories.  i can pretend i know what happens on the other side of the curtain knowing this, but these few elements are not enough for knowledge.

on this side of the curtain time ceases to exist as i open my mouth


  1. and...

    I think you should speak with her. Tell her you think about her often.

  2. birdie, i don't think of her often. i think of the curtain. i think of my lack of knowledge of the world. i think of the reason for time stopping.

    it is absolute magic and wonder to have a reason - no, no, no - to take the time to be timeless.


  3. can I ever be a fan of the early morning curtain?

  4. and leave the curtain untouched until shadows have crossed the entire floor.


"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))