Sunday, May 26, 2013

"I look into his eyes and feel my
awareness expand to contain what he
will tell me, as if what he says is a
photograph of landscape and in my
mind will be a painting of "Hill,"
"Part of the Cliffs," "Purple Hills."

These words are the opposite of
verisimilitude."

...

"If existence is vibration, everything
creates sound - trees, heart cells.

Listeners, like water, resonate dread
in a blue vase, in glasses.

I send out an emotion of warmth,
welcome, the way scientists erase
sound with sound."

Mei-mei Berssenbrugge. From "Red Quiet". Concordance (with Kiki Smith). N.p.: Kelsey St Press,  2006. 

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