Sunday, January 15, 2017

The Same Sky

Just a quick little "doodle collage" as I was thinking more about translation, how to smooth out language in a way that doesn't impose idiom, meaning, or meaninglessness onto a poem, how to intuit the poet's intent from half a world away...

Do any of us speak the same language?

Do we even understand ourselves?

Is the surreal more real than real?

Do we live beneath the same sky?


texture of paper
the way it isn't so much


speed of light
more solid than
sky looks


the blue
of sorts
a little
around the
perhaps a

1 comment:

  1. I understand how little I understand that, that I understand.

    the known
    shards of this shreader's bin
    high wind

    Smiles_! _m