Why I Write, 2005
Plastic & cloth doll, found objects, mixed media
Plastic & cloth doll, found objects, mixed media
Why I Write
The lines from me
to what's not me
are tenuous
uneven
in their willy-
nilly reaching
sniffing
gulping air
hoping that somehow
hoping that somehow
the right sequence
of dots and numbers
will win the lottery
of dots and numbers
will win the lottery
of words but time
is not a friend
I must write
with nail hair
splintered bone
let my words run
splintered bone
let my words run
silk on silk
but smell of fire
each line
a leap of muscle
honed
by vigilance
desire
the tempered steel
of fury
hai elsha... can you give me thijs email...
ReplyDeleteHi Bagus Joe. I do not give out people's email addresses without their permission, but if you give me your name and email address, I will be happy to forward it to Thijs. Okay?
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