Reminds me of Simon Cutts' "seepage" (tho that, for him, was the title of a book. I'll be watching you in case you start writing a pwoermd a month. I began writing a book tonight, one I have to finish by April 30th by writing one poem a day. Here's the opening (discounting the title) of the opening poem:
You are continuity I am stop
Tenderness is the apprehension of pain Restrained to the smallest possible degree
What ocean Do you believe in?
What experience Do you desire?
Allocation of attention Determines knowledge
Such as a flower that Does not exist until You smell it with your nose Hidden in the night
Disaggregate the world And you will see it apart From itself and scattered In fractions of attention
Reminds me of Simon Cutts' "seepage" (tho that, for him, was the title of a book. I'll be watching you in case you start writing a pwoermd a month. I began writing a book tonight, one I have to finish by April 30th by writing one poem a day. Here's the opening (discounting the title) of the opening poem:
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I am stop
Tenderness is the apprehension of pain
Restrained to the smallest possible degree
What ocean
Do you believe in?
What experience
Do you desire?
Allocation of attention
Determines knowledge
Such as a flower that
Does not exist until
You smell it with your nose
Hidden in the night
Disaggregate the world
And you will see it apart
From itself and scattered
In fractions of attention