Thoughts and struggles with trying to live simply and authentically through art and life.
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
This feeling in my throat..
I thought he was looking, but he wasn't. I thought he reached to touch my arm, but it was just the lighter in his pocket. I thought he did. I thought he was. I thought I felt him holding me, but those were my fingers running down my wrist. I thought he was real. He wasn't. He isn't. I thought I woke to meet his stare, but there were no eyes in the dark. I thought the sheets were warm, but my palm was chilled by the open air. I thought for once I was good enough, but I wasn't. I thought, but I didn't think. I THOUGHT, but I didn't stop to THINK
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Amanda,
There's this great book you should look at called "I Remember" by Joe Brainard, who chiefly known as a painter/collage artist. Every line in his book (which is some 120+ pages long) begins with "I remember". I wonder how long you could spin out "I thought"? Just a thought.
Matt
Amanda I don't know your intent in this writng, but it makes me cry.
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