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Wednesday, January 16, 2008

Vertigo, vertigoing...



...vertigone.

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"If the slightly wet air in the skin is the hillside
is wherever I have to forgive what I have forgotten..."

From "A Memory of Her Lodged in Wet Air and Skin" by Martha Ronk

1 comment:

  1. "to forgive what I have forgotten..."

    I can yell "I forgive you" to the wind

    I can yell it every day
    but the wind will never say
    "I was wrong"

    the wind will never say
    here is the ghost
    come to collect your words

    besides
    ghosts have no hands
    in which to place the blessings

    and no hands
    to bestow blessings
    on my head

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