Tuesday, October 17, 2006

interlacings of love

I can feel your presence, mon amour, pressing in on me and I imagine you vividly in this room whose walls are covered in paintings, and can almost see you in the night light, as if you are present and flowing around me, but you are not here and I want to solidify in this moment, and yet I know you are here, like a spectre, because you love me.

It is an odd thing, Monsieur, that I feel loved by those who have abandoned me.
And of course, I love
you
too.

8 comments:

  1. you are just writing incredibly. Oh this burst of invention and discovery makes me jealous. Now I need much more time for good reading...

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  2. Anonymous2:10 PM

    The ghost in classical literature is inevitably manifested in the most hidden, secret corridor in the psyche. This interlacings of love" is so deeply haunting.

    This writing, among the others, is writing that comes forth in that certain hour where the soul is quiet and the spirit speaks. That hour with only the rhythm of the clock pendulum to stimulate the mind's eye and the heart's contemplation.

    Blessings~

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  3. Brenda, I'm not sure how to express this. Sometimes I have read your writing and felt it was searching for something below the surface. These recent posts, as a series, I feel are beginning to be grounded below the surface.

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  4. Narrator, thank you, as ever...

    Laurieglynn, you are so kind, so generous in your comments, many thanks.

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  5. this is a funny thing. what has always carried me through your writing is that I think you are always "grounded below the surface" - that is, there is this remarkable sense of looking at things from that other side, viewing the pond from just beneath the water, viewing the heavens from just above the stars...

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  6. My comments are intended as compliments. I respect your work.

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  7. This makes me think of a moebius strip -- the twists and turns, one side becoming the other.

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  8. Many thanks, everyone, this is a new process for me, blogging something through like this, entirely, openly, and sometimes it feels very risky, but that's especially what I want, even if, even if...

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A Pulsing Imagination - Ray Clews' Paintings

A video of some of my late brother Ray's paintings and poems I wrote for them. Direct link: https://youtu.be/V8iZyORoU9E ___