the still passenger sits on a train, on the window seat, in the middle of a long car. these are the days when there were drive-in movie theaters dotted across the landscape. at dusk, the images on the screen appear off in the distance. the images presented here are those which are glimpsed, the ones that still her thoughts. the train rolls along. the landscape seems to move, but doesn't. the still passenger sits alone with her snapshots in her mind. she's filling in the spaces.
October 13, 2014
wait! is this
where
god is?
no. this is not the place. god is not here. he must be elsewhere.
i would guess we are ghostly. chantal would know.
changing faces must be part of the job.
October 12, 2014
everyone is allowed a past.
the time when our heads and hearts
together formed a cult of four.
oh that never happened.
we wanted to hold each other's hands forever. .
we wanted to leave the territory.
we wanted to get to the end.
we made a leap of (to) faith.
(but no we don't do that)
we were lucky i guess.
luck has always been on our side.
October 11, 2014
it was a blue evening when we left.
i felt that the background was closer to me.
it was blue when we arrived.
i was mixing with the surroundings.
that is what i remember. blue.
i had melted into the blue, into the light. but so had you.
i threw your hat up into the air.
i did a jig.
i put my trust in love. i mistrust everything else.
my acquaintances here seem alien to me.
i have a harder time adjusting to my surroundings.
October 9, 2014
arthur, why do you think that you have to hide? vienna. 1948.
c'est mon dada.
October 7, 2014
i have seen so many shadows here. you never talk to them.
and spontaneous exaltations. sometimes they are aided by
October 6, 2014
sleight
of
hand.
October 5, 2014
love
lust
here
there
it is, and it isn't the same.
it is best to swim away from the ripple,
camouflage yourself while falling.
run with a purpose.
always fall madly, deeply in love.
October 4, 2014
go ahead. throw the light.
throw the torch. throw the fire over the dark sea.
we will be attracted to the illumination.
it is hard to see standing on your head.
it is hard to see holding up the ceiling. this world
