hypertextual life
what? you thought this was a poem
about reality
about space and/or time
future/past/present
it is
but it's also about smooth skin
of a soft shoulder
to lean my head against
for that one everpresent instant
and yesterday has no memories
it's only you
why? is this different?
words strung together
like pony beads
on a leather string
a neverending chain
a labyrinth of signifier/signified
and yesterday has no memories
it's only you
when? that moment when
you finally look through the clouds
and see there's happiness after...
all
you wonder why
this epiphany took so many years/seconds
while dry tears stream down an empty face
and yesterday has no memories
it's only you
skip to main |
skip to sidebar
some photos, more poems, and an art of me that is not me
about me
poets and photograpers
people i know
- A Man, A Plan, A Trash Can
- Adventures of a Lifelong Procrastinator
- Aspen E Tall as a Tree
- BdawgBlog
- Blood and Literature
- Froyd's Rants
- hycinta_girl's journal
- Mad World
- Messages from Michael
- Minnesota Musings
- mysterious and hidden land of sociology
- Quaddle Resurrected
- Ramblings of an Anti-social Sociologist
- Starting in Second Gear
- Turtle in the Sun
the archives
- August 2007 (1)
- April 2007 (2)
- March 2007 (7)
- February 2007 (10)
- January 2007 (8)
- December 2006 (12)
- November 2006 (5)
- October 2006 (7)
- September 2006 (9)
- August 2006 (14)
- July 2006 (23)
- June 2006 (30)
- May 2006 (13)
- April 2006 (22)
- March 2006 (20)
- February 2006 (18)
- January 2006 (13)
- December 2005 (9)
1 comment:
Honestly, on most of the links I didn't read more than the headings. On some of the more important links, I looked at the content on a number of similar sites to make sure I found the one that most closely reflected what I wanted to refer to. I guess someone could read as much or as little as she or he wanted to--that's kind of the point. Meaning is something created, and however much meaning a person wants to find in something is the amount of meaning I wanted them to find (if that at all makes sense).
Post a Comment