It is an odd thing, Monsieur, that I feel loved by those who have abandoned me.
And of course, I loveyoutoo.
Sheath of feeling. Words groping to touch air.
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.
It is an odd thing, Monsieur, that I feel loved by those who have abandoned me.
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ReplyDeleteThe ghost in classical literature is inevitably manifested in the most hidden, secret corridor in the psyche. This interlacings of love" is so deeply haunting.
ReplyDeleteThis 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.
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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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