tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2379098365260485853.post3450994251510752067..comments2023-10-20T16:46:35.795+01:00Comments on The Little Wooden Boy: The Get UpMose23http://www.blogger.com/profile/01100756913131511440noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2379098365260485853.post-40385367699187278242012-12-06T21:24:16.358+00:002012-12-06T21:24:16.358+00:00Thank you, TC.
The doubleness you point to is cru...Thank you, TC.<br /><br />The doubleness you point to is crucial. To be honest in writing in any way. you have to sit with it, I reckon.<br /><br />Living with the truth that remembering can never be recovery is hard. Mose23https://www.blogger.com/profile/01100756913131511440noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2379098365260485853.post-21188690082626969312012-12-06T15:41:07.962+00:002012-12-06T15:41:07.962+00:00This is a beautifully measured distancing of the s...This is a beautifully measured distancing of the self as discovered in a wander through the image (wreckage) yard of memory. A portrait of the artist as youthful acute sensitivity, defined by its resistance to whatever or whoever would define it as scum -- or as anything. The cape was given for wearing out and/but is worn out. In this projected doubleness is found victory.<br /><br /><br /> a warm mist halo<br /> all around<br /><br /> species made up<br /> of small or insignificant hurts<br /><br /> And yet here's a sparkling<br /> evental fadeout and gap with Sun in.<br /><br />Still. And still, wetness<br /> at that point;<br /> glistening overcoat.<br /><br /> the victory cape I got given for<br /> wearing outTChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.com