Today was one of those days when the weight of time and memory, and the guilt memory and time bring with them, are so heavy it feels as though you are lying in the dark of some deep ocean trench with a thousand feet of water pressing down upon you.
In the night i had dreamed of shoelaces. It seemed they were no more than vestigial remains of something that had once been much greater. Like the appendix, the wings of an emu, the legs of a whale.
There are many better ways of fastening shoes yet laces persist.
Like the opossums and armadillos in Dracula laces have become a sign, a signal, a scrawled mark of something sad and tragic.
A stammering whisper trying to explain something It speaks in the tangled language of dreams of pleading helplessness in the face of the pain of others, of hopelessness and despair and the unremitting stupidity of life. The thumbs pushing down on the blue and yellow bruise.
The awful weight,
These things were faint luminous forms in the dark water.
So the day went. until i saw strange grey shapes on the birch log that leans against the wall of my yard. emerging mushrooms sunshine and goldilocks someone said and it was real real goldilocksgrey growth on the birch log. and it was funny and sad and a kind of fizzing in the blood as the pressure dropped and then the agonising bursting through the surface of the water in a shower of armadillos, goldilocksspray and laces
and a lesser kind of normality
In the night i had dreamed of shoelaces. It seemed they were no more than vestigial remains of something that had once been much greater. Like the appendix, the wings of an emu, the legs of a whale.
There are many better ways of fastening shoes yet laces persist.
Like the opossums and armadillos in Dracula laces have become a sign, a signal, a scrawled mark of something sad and tragic.
A stammering whisper trying to explain something It speaks in the tangled language of dreams of pleading helplessness in the face of the pain of others, of hopelessness and despair and the unremitting stupidity of life. The thumbs pushing down on the blue and yellow bruise.
The awful weight,
These things were faint luminous forms in the dark water.
So the day went. until i saw strange grey shapes on the birch log that leans against the wall of my yard. emerging mushrooms sunshine and goldilocks someone said and it was real real goldilocksgrey growth on the birch log. and it was funny and sad and a kind of fizzing in the blood as the pressure dropped and then the agonising bursting through the surface of the water in a shower of armadillos, goldilocksspray and laces
and a lesser kind of normality