Wow Marc, that's really beautiful...the repetition of "this" and "these" works really well as a textual weave leading to the .jpg
xx Renee http://www.fudgethefacts.com/ http://www.geuzen.org On Jul 9, 2009, at 2:23 PM, marc garrett wrote: > this thing, this dream is not of desire or want of > it is a complexity with many shapes, forms and sizes > > this dream, this cloud of almost knowing yet unknowing > is not just a haze, it is also an amalgamation of places > > these places, are not just physical elements, solid > they are spaces touched upon, unfolding one's vulnerabilities > > these elements, are not plyable psycho-modules > more like shadows of one's various selves shifting, lurking > > this lurking, is not a conscious spectre waiting > more like nuances, sitting around inside, outside, around > > this consciousness, is an interface defining one's borders > yet it does not protect, it deludes and it quantifies > > this pain, is not only one's pain but also everyone else's > cannot just claim it, have to subtlety declare it, share it > > this absoluteness, does not relate to thy state of being > it entraps one's fluid sensibilities, it is false scenery > > these false scenes, show a truth but nothing of reality > hyper-realities, redefining and re-sculpting the losses > > these emotional objects sit like furniture, banal, solid > they are everywhere, screaming for comfort and submission > > this submission, is an enemy but also can be a friend > this friend is everywhere, it can suffocate like an enemy > > this enemy, could be a loved one or even current situations > one's interface or definition can be seen reflected by others > > these situations, are what we all know or will come to know > time is the dealer of circumstance of what is to come for all > > these moments, of time and unfolding segments of this place > delete the interface, delete the noise of myopic composure > > this exposure, of one's usual composure deletes the voice > no choice, a dream yet not a dream, a squeeze of realization > > this realization, is small and it can be drowned out easily > by the rhythm of life, and many absolute modes, the continuity > > these continuities, they bind us together - to the sod > earth, space, past, present and future, a part of the process > > these processes, force us to share these moments and mind > like straight lines, ropes that bind us to the outer limits > > this outer limit, of which I speak I cannot mention > for it is a noise that defines my own space, not your time > > this thing, this dream, this reality is reshaping the outer > limits, what is currently mine with many shapes, forms and sizes... > > http://www.tatfoundation.org/Verostko_unknowing.jpg > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > _______________________________________________ > NetBehaviour mailing list > [email protected] > http://www.netbehaviour.org/mailman/listinfo/netbehaviour > _______________________________________________ NetBehaviour mailing list [email protected] http://www.netbehaviour.org/mailman/listinfo/netbehaviour
