Monday, January 08, 2007

Rereading The Sheltering Sky and remembering the reasons I like it/don't like it. I guess the fact that I'm rereading it means something...














Sheila Murphy sent this interesting card a few weeks ago... Thought I'd share the message.

Mantra













Somnolent vase

just this

there silently

laughter

held inside

also

drowning in a

pool of.


Perpetuity’s tomb!

First snowflake!


Tree that

falls without anyone

hearing it!




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Note. This isn't to be taken as easily as water inside caverns. See the woman walking down the road, and here another poem is setting just like the sun. It's almost over, can you see almost the color of her steps as she shifts toward shadow. Her curves like a tree, no sun now: irregular pastel afternoon (almost).