One may utter a long list or a single point, when asked about the essence of the self, or about the naked self, or the projection of self. And, just like in singing and speaking one hears not what the room acoustically gives but rather how one owns body lets one hear, one may ask… Continue reading Occurrences in the Self of an auto-portrait
where does it settle down? Onto the realm of cognition? Around the heart? Does it settle with memories of greatness? Does it settle with questions on why we have done the wrong we have? When we float in reflection where does the memory go?Towards affirmation or into questions?
If I can cry, smile, reflect, accept, aspire, succumb, fly, go, and come, naked, in front of a mirror large enough to hold me at a glance — why accuse any body or any soul at any time?
That is the selfSimpleSingularMajusculeQuite a featIn the mind with the English tonguewriting it displays a highly concerted and concentrated effortIn that which I prepare to drink or eatand in how I drink or eat itIn the sounds with timing I wish to composethe words I conveyeither for poetryor conversation In the frames I freeze through… Continue reading I
What is your garden? Does it see sun? Does it grow in darkness? Are it’s fruits sweet? Juicy? Fleshy? Watery? Dense? Is your garden one to the palate? To the eye? To the yearning? To subside hunger?
...found a mirror. Confide, I thought, and I did. It’s a fragile concept. Not that glass breaks — and reflections are of denser surface than mirroring glass — but viewing the self in the flesh, not in vain for vanity but in contemplation, does awake an odd sense of seldom auto perception which conveys much… Continue reading Mirror