Sheila, Well said! One does listen for crushed cinders.
"there is no free pour possibility when thinking lines and planes and distance." Wonderfully keen! -Peter Ciccariello ARTIST'S BLOG - http://invisiblenotes.blogspot.com/ -----Original Message----- From: Sheila Murphy <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> To: [email protected] Sent: Thu, 8 Dec 2005 06:08:03 -0800 Subject: intactulate perceptule far from my recall I linger under accusations of unlicensed quietude. shut up. my dear departed ______, can you not elasticize your time here and come back? I've been so peaceful, although it is many days since warmth could enter. cinders on the drive do not sound crushed. one listens. when enrolled in a geometry class, I found the pieces lame and dis- connected. now I touch in color them. now they touch. I flatten them. so they will touch. there is no free pour possibility when thinking lines and planes and distance. in a matter of pale melody I think that I shall harvest what is more a porous way of sinking my teeth into this apartness in a rush. I hesitate to give myself to this unpunctuated way. you over there: congratulations on your lack of heart and your indelible insisting brain that parasites on vessels that would otherwise lift many ones. I choose to let my back be ridden more than once. one wants replete affection. only this will license death if only when the treble has been plucked from open clef. whose infinite agility migrates sound from worth. sheila e. murphy
