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.
July 22, 2014
that was another time. another world.
there is no one like chantal. no one sounds like her.
she seems to come from another territory.
she will be here in a few days. i can always sense her.
July 21, 2014
it seemed like weeks ago, but it was only this morning in brest. do you remember? that elegant couple walking to the church to be married? as they were walking they were shrinking. did you notice?
was that this morning? seems like months ago. but yes, yes i saw that. they shriveled up to practically nothing but cloth on the church steps. i don't think they will find them.
July 20, 2014
there is something remembered only after it is first forgotten. sometimes it has to be that way.
tabula rasa
what would jung make of this? such strange psychological potions? intoxicating.
i keep drinking. eating...? rain is all around, in all the spaces. can't you see it?
is there actual want for life to carry on as usual? there have been so many distortions already, even
the sea seems new from here.
from out of nowhere, a sudden, handsome smile appears.
July 19, 2014
it was always the same with me. even now. my thoughts follow the landscape whizzing by. i never see a thing.
saintsinnerangelfather
saintsinnerfatherangel
saintsinnerangelfather
saintsinnerfatherangel.
July 18, 2014
you know how people talk...
adele. october 7. 1948.
adele. october 15. 1948.
still... they talk.
July 17, 2014
i got word on your psychic friend.
he has been recovering on the hospital ship,
and the doctors are removing his bandage.
he may not be able to see
the dark
recesses of your mind.
i wish him well. he has seen enough of my mind.
July 16, 2014
i watched chantal during the year of 1936.
she knew i watched her. she wanted me to watch her. a vision did enter her room 3:08 am. march 17.
it was the night after the dance. i remember.
what she said was sometimes true! she reminded me of yeats in a way, who was very sick those days. i wish he could be on the ship of poets.
that could be difficult. he has been dead nine years, and to the best of my knowledge, he is not one of us.
July 15, 2014
i watched this couple one day. they danced in the park.
then at dusk,
they played hand games on the rooftops till morning.
they were artists, of course.
July 14, 2014
three small pictures taken on the same day. adele, chantal and arthur. january 5, 1937.
July 13, 2014
aci trezza. sicily. 1948. 5:38 am. have you noticed? the wives of the fisherman wait in the dark all night for the approaching dawn.
