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uncanny spaces

It seems weird to be talking about the process of words. I say weird because there is something of the uncanny in it, that words link to old things, happenings or lineages, maybe some thing you may have learned early, that someone may have passed on to you. But you don’t remember – did they, how did that happen? It is about passage, just as with the dead, they need to be companied until they go over. We don’t know what will happen but we believe the words and the shadows and harmonies, what resonances they leave. This says a lot about voice, but there’s a lot to say about space, about where and how the words are placed. Words have been placed a long time, on walls, and surfaces that will take them. No surface is flat and to add words, adds dimension. Tenses have dimensions, it’s to do with timing, not just the length of vowels and syllables, though that is an important part of it. There is also a colour that is hard to decipher. Though it’s not really a code, but a way of looking, a sc...

walking home tonight

... I was looking up at the red of the blood moon . Some people weren't looking but I stopped to talk to one of my neighbours about it. She watched the whole eclipse. It may not have been as spectacular as seeing it away from city lights, but it was still weirdly strange and beautiful to see a three dimensional moon rather than a flat disc in the sky. eclipse early heat this red in sky talk love brief filled with time