Monday, January 16, 2012

settled in among

try to find
(let alone follow)
the threaded and woven possibilities
settled in among
the soft clusterings
of a day
of a minute
of a moment


Reya Mellicker said...

No kidding! All those intersections of twig and fate!! I close my eyes and navigate by feel. How do you decide whether to turn right or left or force ahead?

Valerianna said...

Oh yes. This actually made me a bit anxious in its honesty, every moment, a choice. How do we do it?

Linda Sue said...

Just watched a doc on a man who has aspberger's syndrome and is an artist , highly detailed to represent his reality- "a thicket of noise" he calls it. You thicket looks calm, and quiet, Snow has a way of doing that.

steven said...

reya - i navigate by feel would be exactly how i work my way through all of this. no book, no words, no signposts really tell the whole story of what's right or wrong and definitely not which direction to take!! steven

steven said...

valerianna - it's a mystery to me sort of like breathing. steven

steven said...

linda sue - yep - a thicket of noise . . . my classroom feels like that but i can tell the difference between a good and useful creative thicket and a wall of diconnected noise. steven

erin said...

the need to slow, more and more, to strip, to reduce, to become less and thereby become more (but less, but less). this is the work, isn't it?