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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

Comments

[psuedosentence]

You're like a secret, and I love you for it.

[ofbirdsandwires]

You're like the feeling when you no longer have to keep something secret (when you get to just breathe it out, lighten yourself), and I love you for it.

[psuedosentence]

I wish I could come pick you up for a joy ride after work.

[ofbirdsandwires]

emphasis on the joy.
I crave it/I miss it.

[overtures]

"Summer makes me vicious, curls my shoulders and spikes my tongue"

I admire so much how your writing is married to your body with this precision.
I think recently, the thing I struggle with most is feeling a connection between my mind and my body. It's my body that feels so far away from the rest of me.

[ofbirdsandwires]

I have always found myself using the body (altogether or separated (obsessing and overworking ideas about bones etc. etc.)) in my writing, but then always feeling entirely detached from it - like it was just a convenient store of metaphor-parts. In my head it went "here is a body, there is your body", allowing my thoughts about people to lace them with their physical selves but never letting the same be true about myself. Does that even make sense?

It's only very very recently that I've felt connected to my body as myself in any way. It's just (publicly insignificant but personally revolutionary) things like the way I danced for three hours straight at my prom, the first time I'd honestly danced in public in all of my teen years. A lot of the writing that's sitting around waiting for a form (or for me to decide how much I can allow to be public, and what that uncertainty means to the purpose of the words) is about my body and choosing (or being gently forced) into inhabiting it and just accepting that as far and as much as I can

ah messy with html, too.

[overtures]

Yes, yes

[sightempest]

I don't think a body should be learned any other way.

[ofbirdsandwires]

the body as separate and the body as whole and the body as mine.

Did you ever take any lessons when you were younger? How did you learn yourself? How are you learning?

[still_shot]

your writing makes me want to memorise all the words, drop to the ground, close my eyes, and breathe them all back out, so they will fall over my body and i will absorb them. over and over again.

thank you.

[ofbirdsandwires]

I can not say thank you enough.