Friday, May 27, 2005

Brigitte Bardo

Brigitte says think of everything as contingent
All fluid, all in flux
nothing static, all things intermediate
sleep the prelude to waking
dream the dawn of reality
life the afterbirth of death
death the doorway of life
cycling, cycling
nothing stays the same,
nothing static
stillness full of movement, sound...
the noise of TV alters the shape of shovels
three floors down in the garage
moment by moment everything collapses, reassembles
too fast for thought
64 parts to a moment
the blink of an eye already too much to consider.

No need to wait for death, says Brigitte
Bardo is here now
in the space between thoughts

1 comment:

bobby bacon said...

ah spaces between thoughts. Like spaces between words. Your writing is gentle and poetic. While mine is more a gonzo type rant.

Ten thousand thoughts in a day. I never thought of the spaces in between. I will have to think about this.

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