Thursday, November 20, 2003
"Prose...must return to its only purpose; to clarity to enlighten the understanding...Poetry has to do with the crystallization of the imagination - the perfection of new forms as additions to nature."
quick tell me, quick tell me, she said. i looked at her, not now...it's not the right time. i saw the annoyance and anger pass across her face, but also the flash of sadness i'm sure i wasn't meant to see. the look that said, if not now then when? when's the hour, when's the time? but i pretended not to notice, because i had no answers, and she wouldn't have wanted me to answer her anyway. alright, let's get started, then...she opened her notebook and took out a pen. i sat and stared at her, wondering why it always worked out this way, why no matter how hard we tried we could never connect. i wanted to look into her, but all i saw all i saw all i saw was the wall she had put up for me to see. it was safer that way, we both acknowledged. she finally returned my look, we're not going to get any work done, with you acting like that. i was silent, what could i say? she snapped her book shut, call me when you're ready, i don't have time to waste. then she was on her way, walking out like she always did, like i always let her. i picked up my cup and sipped from it, slowly, watching her walk away, again.
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maybe you mean more to me
than i'd care to admit
maybe your presence fills a need
that i stubborn, would rather let be
maybe your voice rings a bell
because i've known you somewhere before
maybe your touch opens a door
through which i walked, and fell
maybe your song strikes a chord
that i'm happy to hide
maybe you see through me inside
to what i am, and what i'm not
"There is no confusion - only difficulties" - William Carlos Williams
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quick tell me, quick tell me, she said. i looked at her, not now...it's not the right time. i saw the annoyance and anger pass across her face, but also the flash of sadness i'm sure i wasn't meant to see. the look that said, if not now then when? when's the hour, when's the time? but i pretended not to notice, because i had no answers, and she wouldn't have wanted me to answer her anyway. alright, let's get started, then...she opened her notebook and took out a pen. i sat and stared at her, wondering why it always worked out this way, why no matter how hard we tried we could never connect. i wanted to look into her, but all i saw all i saw all i saw was the wall she had put up for me to see. it was safer that way, we both acknowledged. she finally returned my look, we're not going to get any work done, with you acting like that. i was silent, what could i say? she snapped her book shut, call me when you're ready, i don't have time to waste. then she was on her way, walking out like she always did, like i always let her. i picked up my cup and sipped from it, slowly, watching her walk away, again.
~~~
maybe you mean more to me
than i'd care to admit
maybe your presence fills a need
that i stubborn, would rather let be
maybe your voice rings a bell
because i've known you somewhere before
maybe your touch opens a door
through which i walked, and fell
maybe your song strikes a chord
that i'm happy to hide
maybe you see through me inside
to what i am, and what i'm not
"There is no confusion - only difficulties" - William Carlos Williams
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