always alone when we read
There must be something here from hours of writing/not writing
Why is the poetry important? They mentioned it alot today at the lecture
The word had a glow. There was no follow up. It stood alone.
And this wasn't the literature department, and far from the art academy.
What are the specifics of poetry? Have I ever asked myself that question?
I used to obsess about writing and sitting.
To imagine a writer without seeing the person sitting became impossible
I walk through the bookstore and I see chairs, chairs
Back to this feeling of familiarity, all the familiar threads I see hanging
Do I really have to connect back on? I’ve never been good at knots
And the patience for sewing? Where will it leave my painting?
Are these things really different?
