The Seine is still as wild and disturbed as I remember. Each of the thousands and thousands of little waves that constantly undulate to give it this wildness, seems to contains under itself a fantastical sea creature just about to burst through the water. Each wave seems to be breathing individual breaths, to be filled with a pulsating lifeforce. I like to imagine the Seine contains the spirit forces of all the gargoyles, merpeople, sphinxes and other beasts the people the monuments of Paris.
Au dessus de la Seine de Paris,
Une rêveuse assis....
Saturday, February 12, 2011
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Practicing Being Practical
Sometimes I'm so in love with the process of writing, I forget the point of what I'm writing and revel in the act for itself. While it's lovely to appreciate the intrinsic worth of something, I must remind myself that pointless things do not make a mark.
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