The Infinite Small Hours of Awakening.
Consider the challenge to linear temporality:
How is it that we have spent so little time around each other and yet you make me feel like I have known you for all my being?
Remember the connective properties of fields, lodestones, electricity:
How is it that I miss you as you have not even walked out of sight?
Reckon with a tug of open-ended poetry of the everyday:
How is it that we can never spend enough time while your features arise with mine, strangely, marvellously?
Think about lightness unbound abounding:
How is it that with you being is easy and right and true and beautiful?
Ponder the uncanny presence of ghosts:
Propelled-interrupted by incisions of real-life withdrawn and stifling.
Compelled by deductive logic:
The bubble’s promise shimmers, glistens in the light of dawn and silently bursts.
Today’s front-page headline:
‘Nutshell exposed as entirely unrational/irrational being. Boas smiling from grave.’
perhaps because you need a muse
because sometimes its better to be painfully inspired than not all
enjoy it, for regardless the shape things take they will shape, and this one won’t last forever.
love.
remember that it’s all fiction on here.
crafty and crafted fiction…
muses generally linger briefly. this is the problem with them… but i might get a wiichtel sometime.
ah, apologies for any assumptions or projections that may or may not have occurred. and might still occur for that matter. my point still stands however. i think the brevity is inherent to muses. they would grow stale in the common daylight and know when to depart.
the wichtel seems to be a german folk being but more than that i cannot decipher?
on a similar note, a friend once sent me this. sometimes i think that conjoined things drift beyond recognition of any connection beyond that which unites us all, but i like it nevertheless:
“…Physicists have found that when two objects collide and then stop interacting, they remain, at this same, subatomatic, energetic level, connected. They ’stick’ to each other in some magical and astounding ways. Following a collision, these objects are never truely separate again, even though they might be far apart from each other – so that when one changes, so does the other. Instantly.”
lovely quote…. your friend forgot to reference it ;o) you know i have a book fixation…. if i can’t look it up it doesn’t exist.
in any case, sorry about being something like defensive there…
wiichtelen are beings that help you in the household. i am not sure what the english equivalent would be though. they’re less interesting than muses though, on the whole. and there is this story that every luxembourger of my generation grew up with about bib and these wiichtelen.
we shall need to exchange childhood mythologies at some point. and we still haven’t baked a thing (mainly due to my apathy – i was going to write patathy, which is a word that should exist…)
brevity is the interesting bit about it though too i have to say…
maybe…?
i’ll have to sleep over that one (actually sleep tonight….)