(Rereading this blog from start to finish tonight its repetitions seem to coil around eachother a maze that enfolds itself into itself endlessly and I think this is an accurate reflection of how I think as I am writing it.
When I write a POEM it is like a cinematic instant, a DNA segment removed from the whole. It says specific things about a finite field of variables but the interactions are potentially limitless.
When I talk I am here. I am wearing a watch. But sometimes I am not here or time floats.)
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Hi! Just surfing through and found your blog. Great read! I noticed you didn't have a lot of comments...Have you thought about increasing your traffic and sharing it with the world? I found this link from the blogger help index: http://www.blogexplosion.com/index.php?ref=Janisjin
Anyway, keep up the great writing!
www.enemykombatant.blogspot.com
Thanks Jin - I'm happy to keep the comment
box forum small & intimate but I appreciate
your feedback.
(Today a line popped into my head:
"Fame is an illusion of grace". )
So, if it happens, it happens, but I don't
seek it particularly.
Cassie, Hey--
Happy best of new year and everything poetic. I read here that things seem to be changing beyond change for you. ee ching. i hope all journeys well. my dad told me on the phone today that there is no snow there in Roch. I called him in part to say that it was (gloriously) snowing where I am right now, Chino Valley, AZ. To the tune of inches in nearby Prescott, by nightfall.
Best Wishes to you for a fine new season/year,
chris murray
Thanks Chris. 'Change beyond change', for sure.
Or change at the speed of change perhaps! Happy
2005 to you too.
Love Cassie
(The snow is magical.)
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