Man is air in the air and in order to become a point in the air he has to fall.---Antonio Porchia.
It was evening. It was evening, wasn't it?
It was evening. When I first heard from you. Taken aback. Back. To the time when my words were dark. And in the darkness your face resembled mine. Staring through your mind, staring and staring, like a black sun. What was it? The random space that butterflies inhabit? This thought before the tongue moved? The world before metaphor, the silent, deleted world that was neither a beginning or an end. A moment is all it was, O my fire-born, time-thrown love.
It was evening, and the sea and sky were one.
sea and sky were one blue flag, with no design
but for the darker bluer line
but no matter what we do
you can't be me.
Waiting. Departures and Arrivals. The same old story. Nothing new there in any way. Anyway, my heart's all out of time.
An early morning walk in the dark light. Some keep the headlights on for safety, reassurance. A thin layer of frost sprinkled on the ground, like icing sugar. Tufts of grass frozen like stars, still deep in their night-thoughts. Leaves in the high tree rustling in the cold northernly. Past a vacant football field, hemmed in on three sides by a low fence and the council houses on the other. The goalposts abandoned, uneven, without any nets.
At night the dark rain falls. But no-one notices or remembers.
2 comments:
this is so beautiful, and so sad, i feel fading away myself, now, only when reading you...
thank you for putting up my picture, i am honoured...
get out of here! :- 0 [he says, trying NOT to sound like Woody allen]
those photos were/are wonderful. Makes we wonder if you aren't a Goth or the *real* black sun! :-)
anyways, since we're scratching each other's backs and since it's so pleasant to do so on a dark winter night...let me say that the words can only be a pale, pale shadow of the images you capture. On a second reading this post (or any of my posts) the words fade -hang on a sec, this really is becoming too melancholic a reply..probably will bin it- where was I? yes, whilst your images/pictures remain lodged in one's memory.
I wish you'd change that picture of yours! It reminds me of what's her name on the Aadams family! Hey, that reminds me, weren't you supposed to send me a picture? And not any clowns or so-called japanese sweets, thank you! :-))
Danke.
gotta run. make some food.
laters,
b.
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