Friday 20 March 2009

10. Old Motives

As a turn of narrative, it drifted overhead like the worried summertime cloudships of a misspent rural youth in ghettos of bracken and brambles. The resonances are felt to this day; aren't all our summers now shaded by those oldneweverlasting redwood dreams?

Let those thingers feel out the hidden recesses and holy places we spoke of in whisper that once. The heavy solar energy runs latent and energising over us. Can I bear the awesome lightness of your lashes refracted into rainbows by the sun? And there's the warm space between your cheek and mine, where new ventures and old motives are played out in delicious slow-motion heat-haze replay for kicks; a great long-lost protagonist-antagonist nerve ending symphony of touch.

xxx.

4 comments:

formosia soze said...

http://www.logolalia.com/alteredbooks/archives/cat_confiscated_conception_w_john_m_bennett.html

Rursa and Porop of the grand order of Mirip said...

feel the heat of heathen lightning , a scoundrel reaps the rapen and flies on driven sap. Ours is not the wageries of wars amongst the kind, ours flies , ours explodes , ours annihilates . Our gods are not those of frail muffinry but vengeful wreakers of annihilate deliverance .



so there

j0hv said...

@ formosia soze -

http://www.logolalia.com/alteredbooks/archives/confiscatedconception-14.jpg

this is a place to go, i feel. thanks.

j0hv said...

@ Rursa and Porop of the grand order of Mirip -

Let the heathen sheath be shed, lest nomenclature truly fulfill its purpose and pin down, at last, what was meant to remain unsaid.

Elaboration from the source is defence against such action.
Names are traction.

Yah!Boo!!Sucks!!!


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