Monday, February 23, 2009

sometimes...

from an old ad in fortune magazine 1

sometimes, when looking for four leaf clovers, like a sloth along the grass looking only down, one enters a tunnel of wood and darkness, but searches, still, with eyes now closed, relying only on touch. one lies in the darkness as if asleep, beneath an arc of light-less-ness.

from an old ad in fortune magazine 2

eventually one gives up on clovers and dreams of leaves in trees, in fact, of being a tree, standing silently amongst brother trees and sister trees, without saying a word, looking out from behind this new family, absolutely still, towards all other things. being both insider and outsider at once.

from an old ad in fortune magazine 3

suddenly, a book is placed before eyes, and the gears inside begin to move. the tree disappears. a gaggle of three leaf clovers surround one's feet garnering little attention, while the mind continues to spin and hum as a kind of soundtrack towards being lost in words. eventually, the quiet sound of small gears slowly turning inside the mind begins to feel a bit like music.

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3 Comments:

Blogger Justin said...

and the now the trees ARE the book! (leaves have become branches) btw. enjoyed your "oranges and sardines" on MAN.

8:12 AM  
Blogger Peter Lely said...

Am enjoying your web log and have used it on my new blog as a good example of how to get it right! John Lely, the composer, found you and often reads your essays.

10:23 AM  
Blogger zoe tati said...

I like !

zoe

3:07 AM  

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