"You've got to work with your mistakes until they look intended. Understand?"
—
Raymond Carver
when i think about words and how they sometimes soar in the brain and feel like little electrical sparks connecting and shooting in an almost bacchanalian dance, it feels like dance and flight and freedom. and the ways that they enable us to communicate things as simple as how to get from here to there or how long to keep the roast in the oven or "meet me at eight" or utter quietly of a devastation or even whisper the nuances between ecstatic or peaceful love, it amazes; what power they contain!
and yet and yet and yet. we are limited by what we might express. we are limited by our mediums, hence painting and sculpture and photography and music and so on and forever amen attempting to cross divides and reveal our hearts(selves) to each other and, by doing so, knit together in ways that might make us recognized as we "really are."
it seems to be all about binaries. and certainly there are greater subtleties than simple polarities in the ways that the heart and the mind and the world works, but it is the inherent isolation that seems to be the nature of things that makes these moments all the more lovely.
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