have you given up or are you just giving it time?
I have given neither, I take. breaths, steps, the air is different here, but it is the same. all connected and flowing from the bottom to the top of this sometime mountain. you cannot know where you've never been.
I know I've never been close.
Knowing is seeing, knowledge is power. you are blind and weak in the face of mountains you've not climbed and hands you've not held. cracks in cups and burnt milk in a stained steel pan. a mirrored jelly bean in a mirrored metropolis, a foreign tongue in a familiar mouth, i will build you a fire if you'll stand close enough to smell it.
I'm samson, blind but not weak, I have not seen you but I've felt your winds across these mountain passes. I'll clean your stained steel pan and turn your cracks to doors.
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i arrived north where the air was like silk and the ground was loose sand. Before we stained our plates with charcoal and as i was setting up my tent for the next few days, Levi Scholtens looks up at me, stick in hand and says 'Maybe Mister Bradley Speaks will be here too.' He then looks down at his drawing in the sand and continues with his circles. i hope your camping was/is as lovely as ours was.
rivane neuenschwander?
if not, that's okay.
rivaneneuenschwander, of course. i love brazil.
did you see this: http://www.moma.org/exhibitions/2007/comic_abstraction/ ?
the above is daniel spoerri, if that's what you mean.
that link doesn't take me anywhere good.
found it.
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