no apologies, like friend ships passing in the night- something in me wants to be
an island
a pirate
a fish in a school of colour, moving together in sync in response
not just another
but---- one of a kind.)
This plan ! Remove all that ties us.
Words fail
when words..... do not cannot fail to to articulate to mark to make the moment coherent- we skip we let slip that
like
touch or sight or a sound
guttural- maybe- intensely held attentive, fragile and , passed through=
words can't fill what is already full to bursting the moment there is space- words rush in to fill and STOP! Has no power...
words appear after as the after thought
words make sense of the event
leaving their mark- formula, measurement, comparison-
reoccurring themes, like love shock anger fear
words failed me –
we danced
we kissed
I turned away
I felt deeper than I ever have before- I was there attending with the silent present, like I was manifest not human so much as current
What goes here? A howl shout groan the eyes say it all- a reassessment- I new stronger less formal attempt. I am here I I I I ii iiiiii
stutter
fail
filling silences like, there is nothing left to say and – I HAVE NOTHING TO SAY
OR TOUCH being those things that mark us and make us together – other than verbal contracts or balanced dialogue- the ping pong pin ball furtive investigation- this counts- say what it is, then make room for silence.....
she said I said we say its said
and then like, in the core of that moment, words were not needed. My voice was content to rest- the sensations felt were slef confident- pressure, gravity, cause and effect that moved for that moment passed the ABC the chatter that self analysis the need to rew view re flective re cognition- space to see to that which just is---------------------------
think about this – without language
be with, develop this- without words -
looking at the sounds and language as yes essential but not always necessary, or even useful... words fail- a collection of moments – speakers reflect on that- work beyond the sound of sense.
Experience is like, on a knifes edge- its here and now, but-
the computer just lost my whole dissertation it was like, gone! Wow into 'beyond'....
Scripted, you know, put into place
improvised, you know! Unexpected, accepted
devised made room for, unfurled, words fail
language leaves out blank spaces
readers rushing forward regardless
and the blanks , heavy breaths pausal casual, save and stored, recoverable-
but once committed, they are dead, until- the next time fresh...
voice can fail- like, causing effects that were never sought or sort
the moment you opened your mouth I knew it was over
(and I never was able to say what I wished too- to make right the shattering-caused-by-meaning-the-words-were-not-carrying) language is all there was left between (there is no us left)
a gap
a fertile plain
a furrow a peak a an and end
