Tuesday, December 06, 2011
all these things you are
Singularity. Black hole. The first star. Fish in time's dark waters; Tree, Daphne. Crow in dense foliage, dreaming of star. A mind, wandering. The fierceness of the day like your heart. A stray dog, Pythagoras's friend. Royalty without title. The red blush of innocence. A song of experience.Mirror, object, reflection. Cornelius, all these things you were...
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ah, i see now, you are still talking to yourself and now your (our) imaginary friend has a name, Cornelius!!! and i also see this is your dream of androgeneity :-P
our?? do you know him/her?
but you make the mistake, herr freud, of imagining this is *my* dream or a dream at all, in fact. I mean, if you're going down that (twisted) road then you might as well say this is about bestiality or class anxieties.
yes, of course, one could argue this is about that _as well_, it wouldn't be the first time when 'you' speak with the voice of a crow here on the black sun :-)
Gosh, one of us should really get therapy! ;-)
I have never spoken with the voice of a crow (here or anywhere else). what is the voice of a crow, anyway? I don't even know.
This isn't about anything, actually, roxana. it was just some stuff from the top of my head (whilst i was listening to well, well cornelius (skempton). And, of course, there was the connection to the horn in the video (y
es, let's not go there, shall we?) :-)
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