As soon as we become motionless, we are elsewhere; we are dreaming in a world that is immense
Gaston Bachelard, The Poetics of Space via Traci.
Photo on 7-9-15 at 9.53 PM
Like my body and the marks it wears, my mind is shaped by outer experience.
I am what I've become because of what was around me.
December 31, 2006
October 14, 2009
2010 or 2011
After public park skinny-dipping,
After this evening's sad-bath,
July 9, 2015
The poetic image is a sudden salience on the surface of the psyche, the lesser psychological causes of which have not been sufficiently investigated. (...) whereas philosophical reflection applied to scientific thinking elaborated over a long period of time requires any new idea to become integrated in a body of tested ideas, even though this body of ideas be subjected to profound change by the new idea (as is the case in all the revolutions of contemporary science), the philosophy of poetry must acknowledge that the poetic act has no past, at least no recent past, in which its preparation and appearance could be followed.
(ibid., emphasis mine)