Thursday, May 31, 2012

Tiny Sips

This is the kind of thing the kind of thing that floats in between people, groups, animals, plants. Not glue, it touches and connects without binding. It is a little all is all. It is a lot like finding. What I'm talking about is Vallejo, some of what happens in Vallejo: "My mother [his mother for example] walks in the orchard, savoring a savor now without savor. She is soft, so wing, so gone, so love." So wing, so gone, so love . . . Really? Yes. A new kind of yes. Not an unsad one: an unsaid sadness said.

1 comment:

yogacephalus said...

Synchronicity: two weeks ago, what phrase did I write in my notebook while walking around downtown Louisville on my lunchbreak?

"Tiny Sips"

No fooling.