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[midday_volery]

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i wanted to write about mundanities, i had them all in my head. the nothing and everything of the empirical. pure allegory. for a while today i had it going in my head. now it is all horrifyingly metaphorical; abstract nouns like clowns. allegory and metaphor a terrible twin act. the show must go on. bring on the dogs.

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[sallowsiserary]

even growling and snapping and gnashing their teeth on the tendons of tenuous humours? In medieval times, they viewed the whole world as a metaphor. you been time-travelling?

yip, yap and snarl

[midday_volery]

the first time i ever went to the circus the blindfolded archer pegged the woman to the wheel through her chest. they carried her out on her wheel. the joyful yaps of hoop-hopping-poodles echoed in the aghast silence as ambulance sirens slowly became audible. it was as if the dogs took over in the space we humans could not bare. in my dreams the poodles have become little crunchy peanut figures, doing a little comic aerobics and opening and closing the curtains as the imperfection of each act is revealed. you are probably right, peanuts are a properly medieval legume and a great travel companion.

Re: yip, yap and snarl

[sallowsiserary]

ye mythical archetypes. How terrifying and beautiful. Have you seen "girl on the bridge"? Your memory immediately called to mind a similar emotional complex evoked by some shots in this film. A woman trying to commit suicide off a bridge is recruited as a target by a carnival knife thrower...it's lovely. It's almost a romance (in the way "the secretary" is), but has these intensely evocative images: a girl against the target (shown from behind a silky sheet that blocks her from the thrower's view) as the knives pierce the fabric and pin it sunsuously tightly around the stillness of her body. I think you'd appreciate some of the film's finer points...what in your life is bringing up these types of dreams? It sounds a bit different from the usual existential malaise dreams.