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

Monday, November 26, 2012

portrait of yearning

 
 
from: clear night by charles wright
 
i want to be bruised by god.
i want to be strung up in a strong light and singled out.
i want to be stretched, like music wrung from a dropped seed.
i want to be entered and picked clean.


do you understand, this has nothing to do with the body?  do you understand, this is because of the body?  do you understand, it is between me and that which i move toward?  do you understand, this is our condition? 

do you understand, these are not questions.