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[ofbirdsandwires]

the memory throws up high and dry
A crowd of twisted things;
A twisted branch upon the beach
Eaten smooth, and polished
As if the world gave up
The secret of its skeleton,
Stiff and white.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the strength has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.

- - from Rhapsody on a Windy

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Re: olfactory memory

[ofbirdsandwires]

chlorine, cinnamon (& pine needles, nutmeg and things like that. Honest, earthy, rich and sort of sweet spices), certain brands of hair gel, spent matches, and the way a hot room that has been closed for a while smells, one with big windows all around it (not musty, not unpleasant, but almost like you can taste and smell and feel and see the heat all at once). I know there are others, but those are the ones that hit me without having to be around them to remember, you know?

What about you?

Oh, and did you still want those poems? Or were the links still active?

Re: olfactory memory

[ofbirdsandwires]

Oh, and did you still want those poems? Or were the links still active?

liiiiiiiindsaaaaaaaay

[melaverdebella]

a new favorite. i will come back with better words after i've sat in the garden in the sun and scorched my legs some more.

[ofbirdsandwires]

I wake up late every saturday so I don't have to think about it.
It gets harder, Kelli. Who am I to feel so sad.

[melaverdebella]

you act as if being sad is a luxury. who aren't you?
we live to be and to feel, and shall never understand happiness if not for sadness. much of all of this is a balancing act between emotions.

'we are all ill, with one malaise or another, a deep-rooted malaise that is inseparable from what we are and that somehow makes us what we are, you might even say one of us is his own illness, we are so little because of it, and yet we succeed in being so much because of it'

i am on vacation and living through jose saramago's 'the year of the death of ricardo reis' right now. instead of socializing, i am hiding in this book. that's what's good about getting out of utah - i can flee from reality in all sorts of ways.

maybe when i get back we will talk again - you can tell me about your saturdays and i can tell you about the things ricardo reis has taught me thus far.

[ofbirdsandwires]

you act as if being sad is a luxury.

No, I don't.

Re: hi...a little turn of phrase

[ofbirdsandwires]

A temporary disappearance is okay, the body-mental often smells the acts
of its scent, which leads to impressions, and perhaps more dirty-talk, but
by degree, we will attract others to take from this phantom’s real presence

I never know what to say, but thank you.

[windupsushi]

i was taught how to dive, but i never learned. i still stand in an uncertain manner on the edge.

[ofbirdsandwires]

I was taught, and I learned, but I never did it. I only ever wanted to be in the water, under the water, not worrying about how to get in gracefully or quickly.

[cutmedown]

As if the world gave up
The secret of its skeleton,
Stiff and white.

mmm...

[ofbirdsandwires]

I know!
I read it in my English class when my teacher was trying to make us 'appreciate' some god awful poem about a snake and just couldn't focus on anything else for the rest of the day.