04/07/2014

Auld and knew



Ah, tu ne perds rien pour d'attendre, the wait is always worth it, my swirling little dervish…







 
There was a skirmish, backlash, 
Kyle of Lochalsh, didgery-doo, a gnu.
Whirlygig, thingamagig, help ma boab.
Or was it a squirmish, devilled eels and no can feels after the dos and don'ts, the wills and won'ts, I should her to think in the blink of another I, I, I. 

ô Ragged clause, and something kilt-ered, askew,                                          you!
Phew.
Ten thousand ours and counting, whose zoos oozed flooze?




We hit the light ... fan d'angle








01/07/2014

Kwoatting



“To know that one does not write for the other, to know that these things I am going to write will never cause me to be loved by the one I love (the other), to know that writing compensates for nothing, sublimates nothing, that it is precisely there where you are not--this is the beginning of writing.”

and 
 


“I encounter millions of bodies in my life; of these millions, I may desire some hundreds; but of these hundreds, I love only one.”
― Roland Barthes, A Lover's Discourse: Fragments
Translated by Richard Howard.