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I am taking a break from the "Amnesia" series.
Its interpretive symbolism and loose associations to a once-felt reality will no doubt hastily find their way back into print in one form or another. This being due to the fact that someOne has swapped what should be a normal set of human eyes for a pair which is in constant pursuit of the ultraviolet.
It is an undercurrent, whether forceful or deceptively yielding, that nonetheless tows me through the same primitive matrix of algae, and inevitably, l arrive battered on a distant shoreline; clothed in its squalid netting.
Though it does burden, beautifully, my narrative.
But at what cost, art?
These deep seas have swallowed up greater fates than my own...
Hemingway
...shot himself after electroconvulsive Tx
Virginia Woolf
...submitted to literal drowning
and Schumann; a composer of different sorts,
...died in a mental institution
It was Aristotle who indoctrinated this thinking: that all substances, all things, are composites of two radically different things...
One being form, and one matter.
That in every change, there is something that persists through the change
and something else that didn't exist before, but
comes into existence as the RESULT of the change.
Should I view of this hylomorphic assault as patina or shellac? When, with each crest, every flux deposits more than the swell before?
Is this why, at the center of Dante's circle, the damned remained motionless?
I don't wanna be motionless
BUT
Can I be-late this "birth" for another time.
One when I'll be better suited to attain escape velocity; overcome the undertow's gravitational pull unmarred.
Then, perhaps, the contractions of creation won't be so laborious;
and the product not such fertilizer.
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Posted by paperlily on 2009-04-25 17:27:07 | Rating: | Views: 83
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