Saturday, January 16, 2016

if under the edge of

lifted and pushed





what is this angle of

watery blackness?

Thursday, January 7, 2016

islands tasked with clotting the sea

(remembering Mishima's stream where Edo stones, moss-runed, lift and sink with the seasons)
"What is water, which has not taste or colour of its own, but a liquid form of Nothing? And what are the Fens, which so imitate in their levelness the natural disposition of water, but a landscape which, of all landscapes, most approximates to Nothing? ...every Fenman suffers now and then the illusion that the land (walked) over is not there, is floating....

-Waterlands, Graham Swift