i don't think words could be a blanket for me because i'm much too ill at ease with them. in fact, i'm not sure i could ever find a metaphor to describe how fraught i feel about words. so what i write really fails before it starts.
i live in bardwell park. near kingsgrove in case you don't know it. where do you live?
and here is yet another time when words fail me - or i fail words - because the only thing i can find to say to you is i'm sorry. but for all the bigotry or stupidity or tragedy you might face, please do not let it demolish you.
that you would return to such unhappy ground for the sake of your brother might be an basic act of love but it is no less amazing for being automatic. and if your beautiful writing says anything to me, it says this: you have the strength to make it through.
thank you, rachel, for your kind words. and thank you for mentioning sengler. to be honest, i know very little about him but i do know that he sees the left and right brain bifurcated into two sets of perception: one in terms of image and the other in terms of text language. i've been thinking about such a seperation lately because i'm writing an essay on visual language. if you have the quote, i would love to hear it.
before text our ancestors existed in a realm of pictures, mental and physical. their dream life and waking life were essentially of the same components
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hey it's me the one you thought have stole your work.. (the current post's image) i would be rather pleased if i had your email so i could write more briefly ... anyway so first of all im so very, very sorry for what you must have felt cause of me.. i never meant that, nor i ever meant to "steal" anyone's work ... it's just i used to paste anything, anything good i finds around. i even visits some of the communities just to gather such awesome images.. you might don't know but i don't even have any professional camera so that my buddies would have appreciate me for such classical pictures n views.. :)they all know it very well that these n such kind of images don't belong to me nor to my approach. my blog contains all the things, all the words n all the quotes n beautiful lines/sentences i finds around.. other than that you can easily seperate my words n my work apart from all the stuff i use to gather for my space.... anyway so let me just make it short i just wanted to thank you for behaving in such a decent manner n the way you
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it makes you want to dance, and laugh as well. it's infectious. i've sent along a song to you in return. it is different but it is one that i love right now.
as for the comment, it is endearing, isn't it? its so polite and broken and what it says makes only too much sense. i'm not sure what to write back.
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i live in bardwell park. near kingsgrove in case you don't know it. where do you live?
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that you would return to such unhappy ground for the sake of your brother might be an basic act of love but it is no less amazing for being automatic. and if your beautiful writing says anything to me, it says this: you have the strength to make it through.
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what you do is so quietly understated. beautiful.
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as for the comment, it is endearing, isn't it? its so polite and broken and what it says makes only too much sense. i'm not sure what to write back.
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