17 September 2008

Yr my: consistent coagulated colloquial curse,

Soaked in gelatenous gestations,
supervising in the mistakes its taking to make              the time
for what was
at once
possibly perfect....yes     (even if there's no such thing).
                                                                   
faced with obstacles-I'm not   hurdling ovr
not even gng arnd them just turning back
and the paper is sometimes toO big to fill all the pages but  its never too late to 

stop.


and .


slow.


d-o-w-n.

1 comment:

interiors said...

"...So its not just a gob of spit; but a truly precious reality.

'The mollusk is endowed with a terrific energy for self-closure. Strictly speaking, it is nothing but a muscle, a hinge, a door-closer and its door.

'A door-closer that has secreted the door. Two slightly concave doors constitute its entire dwelling.

'The first and last dwelling. It stays on even after it dies.

'No getting it out alive.

'The slightest cell in the human body clings just as tightly to language--and vice versa..."

-Francis Ponge, "The Mollusk"