writing is a lot like drifting
to be truly poetic is to drift out of mind and write without conscious care.
drifting is a lot like winning.
been in so deep. so inescapable. so you give up the fight when all they want is just that. skin leverage.
when what you're worried for has ended you gain peace. when what they are united for has ended, they lose sight of why they enjoyed the others company to begin with. in hindsight they may note the persons distasteful qualities, and in return noting the same mirrored in themselves.
so drifting seems a way to outsmart. to belong senselessly to a strict meditation that belongs to a lifestyle and a character that exists just beyond the machines living room space, its banquets, its movement and its circles. To exist as the rectangle that encompasses the circle, at some points nearer to the circumferences, at some points untouchable is a fine way to mind ones own self. It's the distance I enjoy, but the homecoming I distance myself for.
Maybe I drift to test love. But I suppose I do it mostly to run into people tenting around the perimeter of the rectangle. When searching for isolation, it's nice to find camaraderie.
take away for today: www.margaretdurow.com, http://www.flickr.com/photos/margaretdurow/page1/
beautiful. like a voyeur ghost.
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