what freedom i think, to write like that, to write like a spray can on stone or page, to put yourself out there in all your obscurity, to think of strangers happening on your words, so haphazard they say, so meticulous, meaning so much, so little insistence, even resistance, meaning less and saying so much with so little as it's all been said before they say, if i could write like that, like it's all been said before, why bother, whatever precisely, so free, nothing needing saying everything complete like a dog, saying everything all at once and with no need of confusion or interpretation, every atom part of us. say it any way.
No comments:
Post a Comment