"..the bare branches/ looked like mounted antlers on the canyon walls." p.8
(R) Once again, I feel like I'm not the only one that used to think this way. I've always thought that branches looked like antlers and vice versa. I also used to think that antlers were actually made out of wood and i'd be baffled whenever i would try to figure out how it is that wood can grow out of an animal's head but not out of mine. Berman's poetry is something i can really connect to, and that's why i really enjoy it.
Wednesday, December 19, 2012
Actual Air
“...and my signature is drawn in magic marker
on the lower right hand corner of the window
so when something passes in the dark
it's captured for a moment inside my work.”
(R) This is a pretty cool way of thinking about things. It's sad in a way because it could be seen as the speaker not believing enough in himself and having to resort to something like this in order to feel accomplished, but on the other hand he could be seen as an innovator of thought. The first time i read these lines they really enchanted me, I still can't seem to shake the feeling that this passage connects with me more than i actually think it does.
on the lower right hand corner of the window
so when something passes in the dark
it's captured for a moment inside my work.”
(R) This is a pretty cool way of thinking about things. It's sad in a way because it could be seen as the speaker not believing enough in himself and having to resort to something like this in order to feel accomplished, but on the other hand he could be seen as an innovator of thought. The first time i read these lines they really enchanted me, I still can't seem to shake the feeling that this passage connects with me more than i actually think it does.
Actual Air
"..we got so high we convinced ourselves/ that the road was a hologram projected by the headlight beams." p.6
(R) I used to think in this manner. Not high though, because i've never been. Anyways, this reminds me a lot about the ways i thought as a child. How shadows would be our alternate selves trapped on the wall, or how tires spun to move the earth beneath them, not to move the car above them. Yeah, cool stuff yo
(R) I used to think in this manner. Not high though, because i've never been. Anyways, this reminds me a lot about the ways i thought as a child. How shadows would be our alternate selves trapped on the wall, or how tires spun to move the earth beneath them, not to move the car above them. Yeah, cool stuff yo
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