Crossing vessels and long rods made of metals that won’t digest readily and sit sweetly on my tongue while my brain swarms around the vast crater left by all of the angles of the architects who made me feel worthless. The architects leave their marks all around me. I feel it through my body that first thought that would be that this building is ugly or that building is a scar on my landscape, but now they are all beautiful, they are perfect, and my crater swells because I don’t have any marks to leave. I should take crabby photos.
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Blog: Stillfugue Topics:Fiction, Poetry, Essays
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#1 by scribbla on July 12, 2011 - 4:25 am
I guess it’s up to us to live in these buildings as best we can.
Now I’m curious though, what kinds of photographs would you take?
#2 by Carl on July 12, 2011 - 8:42 pm
Thank you for the comment. When I’m outside or I’m inside looking out at them, lately I keep seeing series of still frames with fantastic almost unimaginable angles or unimaginable engineering. I think I need a camera for each moment, but I know that something is wrong with me and mostly, the still frames are a terribly dull business.
#3 by bruhasakanto on July 12, 2011 - 10:17 am
this is so physical i can almost taste the metal…
#4 by Carl on July 12, 2011 - 8:43 pm
Thank you for reading and commenting. I appreciate it.
#5 by Kay Camden on July 12, 2011 - 1:41 pm
I don’t know what any of this means, but I read it three times and find myself lost under the words each time. The words are heavy, restraining, like that cover the dentist puts on you when taking x-rays of your teeth. Is that the purpose for this?
#6 by Carl on July 12, 2011 - 8:46 pm
It is interesting that you read it three times. It might not be deserving of that. It is a very abstract picture of an abstract emotion. See my response to scribbla – Lately, I keep seeing fabulous architecture and it makes me feel inconsequential because I want to create good things and I can’t – That’s generally it, but it doesn’t sound right now, does it?