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

Saturday, September 29, 2012

emergence


it is incredible that you don't see me.  i am ripping into existence right now! i am a fucking super nova right there in your living room! your carpet tears open, your tv tables slip in!  don't you feel my tearing through the veil? don't you feel my stepping forth in terrible and awesome temporary being?  i am a blip in time.  i am the first, the second, the infinite coming!  i am here, goddammit!  i am here! - a toothpick in the stacks))))

3 comments:

  1. shout it from the rooftops, or don't, your presence calls it out without volume. lovely.

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  2. I love your blacks so clear-cut, close relation of the abyss so fragile, on your case, darkness is elegant

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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))