RUBIES IN CRYSTAL Does language hover between my nerve endings and the world, or is language my skin itself? Sheath of feeling. Words groping to touch air.
It is fleeting, ephemeral, fragile --- beauty,
Silence of the deep sleep, death,
of non-being,
eternity,
Alas~~~
Some photos from the video cameras yesterday for a videopoem called ‘unfurlflowerrings.' My favourite is the multiple exposure - a techn...
Alas~~~
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