Five kindnesses

i.
A quiet hello said low in the morning

ii.
A genuine effort: welcome, Newcomer
a home, a life, some food & some funding

iii.
Solid company that brings us together
the alluring, the shy, the quick and the funny
a love that binds us stronger than tethers

iv.
A mouth that is mellow and slower than honey
with lips that procure, that swell and are hungry
the sounds of kisses, the battles of loving
openness of spirit, red frames for the lonely

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Focused

The age of a habit is not determined by the speed of its death.
It is the availability of new interests that cause its decay.
And interests can emerge, be reborn and die again.

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Happy Wound

You didn’t see my valentine
I sent it via pantomime
While you were watching someone else
I stared at you and cut myself
That’s all I’ll do cause I’m not free
A fugitive too dull to flee

Amalgamate

The old and the recent, the new and the seen are mingling at present
Let us hope the outcome will regard the seldom said but permently felt

Blades

If I’m butter, if I’m butter
If I’m butter then he’s a hot knife

Gradience

Phase 01 of the project of a new life is almost complete

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Fortress

Silence can feed as easily as it can make you falter
And if you nourish a hope on muteness, the heart is swiftly quietened
Quiet, cold and silent is a life no longer vibrant

Temptation

When silence is self-imposed, it enriches illusions and cleanses sullen thoughts, whilst its infliction by others causes anger to pass but an insisting deception to grow.

Wit

Will our solitariness ever lift, or is the life of the mind its own reward?

J.M. COETZEE, Youth.

Dualities

«Nous sommes à la fois tentés par l’hominisation des animaux, ce qui révèle souvent nos projections fantasmatiques, et par la bestialisation des hommes, une autre manière pour nous de figer l’autre dans une animalité »        Antoine Spire

Mixed-media portraits by Charlotte Caron

Writing Drains the Brain

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The Exercise

Dam-like, water force
Opposing impulses I know so well
A pound lock, rising rivulets
Fighting to emerge from my own dwell

A wave

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I’m obsessed with fluid and uncontrollable states of mind; as depicted by masters of writing.

I’m obsessed with Virginia Woolf; life and work.

Fright

Thoughts of being nothing without my expectations and dreams have been here, within
But I am me, with the insides out, a bit real, still me
What scares and threatens may as well liberate
Through anger and ache, from past to fate

Grip

The problem with yearning for something
Is that one day you might get it
Or leave it

Letting go of something can be just as painful
As holding on to something going wrong