Wednesday, August 3, 2011

broken.

Life goes on grinding up
glass, wearing out clothes
making fragments
breaking down forms
and what lasts through time
is like an island on a ship in the sea,
perishable
surrounded by dangerous fragility
by merciless waters and threats.

Let's put all our treasures together
-- the clocks, plates, cups cracked by the cold --
into a sack and carry them to the sea
and let our possessions sink
into one alarming breaker
that sounds like a river.
May whatever breaks
be reconstructed by the sea
with the long labor of its tides.
So many useless things
which nobody broke
but which got broken anyway

-Pablo Neruda


This drawing is by my talented & gorgeous roommate, Taylor.







i have no internet/email/phone access until August 7- read the explanation here.

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