what goes on here (?)
September 15, 2008
is it that the sound of a voice bounces off the brick-laced walls,
or have the red clay squares learned to speak after all these years
and like to flex their throats in acts of repetition?
the fields between old walls are only limited by the hours of the day,
and reinvent themselves every moment
due to such a strong emotional attachment to the sky.
the little girl who doesn’t wear shoes
and never steps on all the glass
likes to imitate the rain with the bare bottom pitter patter of her feet.
September 17, 2008 at 5:12 pm
This has a quality that makes me think ‘pure’, ‘genuine’, ‘uncluttered’ but NOT ‘youthful’ or ‘carefree’. There is a beautiful simplicity and purity to youth, but there’s another when something or someone has known Ages – this addresses that.
And, yeah, I’m shaky about the title too. Maybe just ‘what goes on’. Or actually the double meaning there might be a bit too ‘clever’. I dunno
September 17, 2008 at 5:16 pm
I wrote my e-mail where it said name^
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September 18, 2008 at 3:32 am
i knew it was you baby.
now i feel some kinda way, cause i was thinking about calling this “self portrait in the reflection of my bay-window”
cause i didn’t like the title either…
but i’m glad you liked it
September 21, 2008 at 6:48 am
likes to imitate the rain with the bare bottom pitter patter of her feet.
i feel that, thats very good