Cat looking out the window at God knows what type of varmint. 2011.
Charles Darwin-Riccardo Scott
"And have I not told you that what you mistake for madness is but over acuteness of the senses?"
-
Edgar Allan Poe
(via secondlifesyndrome)
(via uutpoetry)
I took a shot of a plane. April 2011.
Last night around 7 a strange fog started to roll in. The trees behind our house became enshrouded in this kind of haze. You could actually see it happening, almost as if clouds were rolling in through our backyard. April 2011.
a child is not a knife
I said to you,
I am not human
And you
looked at me
and said, no
perhaps you
are not
Then I began to vanish
dissolving from within
until not even
my shell remained
Not even
my skin, the human
shell
And you
touched me
as if I
did not exist
And inside,
inside me
was
night streaming, streaming night
whirling
and starless Not
a single
human star
When I touched you
with my fingers of night
you, too, dissolved
you were
water
between my fingers
[From A Child Is Not a Knife: Selected Poems of Göran Sonnevi, Princeton University Press, 1993, translated and edited by Rika Lesser. Original Swedish in Dikter utan ordning (Poems with no order), 1983.]
Ebony illustration of a small child.
