Liberté, Égalité, Humanité
meaningless pictures
imagined conversations
unsettled senses
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n.b. Lately people have been talking to me about dreams; what they do not mean; that they mean nothing, but how they disturb perception of the hours awake.
I have started having dreams; wake up shocked at the images that bubble into my conscience without content warnings.
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CLP 02/05/2021
It was disarming to see my friend online today after so long. The voice I know. The face, so recognisable. The smile, more beautiful than I could remember.
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CLP 15/03/2021
Of all the advice
I’ve ever had, the best is
Close the door gently
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n.b. Or stay and talk things through. Kettle on?
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CLP 14/03/2021
Ridiculous melodramas
Between two
Who once dispensed
with their pyjamas
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n.b. With all due respect to YLC x
CLP June 2020
From night’s dark places
Eyes open to a new day
Illumination
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CLP 06/02/2021
Echoed words recede
Ripples on the lake flatten
Clarity of air
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CLP 04/02/2021
We have all the time
required to be gentle.
Friendship will endure.
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CLP 03/02/2021
A voice message. I hear the sadness, pain and anguish among the words, the breath, the hesitation and fluctuating voice. It is clear. My heart aches to hear it. There is no way to be there, to wrap arms around, to comfort.
A telephone conversation. I hear the deep breath before confession. I hear what I already thought was so. Apologies are unnecessary. I am grateful for the respect this honesty shows. Thank you for the courage you found to speak. I am relieved to find the story I built around lies can be re-constructed with truths.
A text. I see the angry confusion that comes from frustration; witness the retreat. I recognise the reaction, the wounded withdrawal to safety. This is not my family. It is not for me to intervene. My white charger is out to pasture, but I am here if needed.
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CLP 30/01/2021
You playing or not
quite certain what the game is?
Me neither. Your turn!
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n.b. The uncertainty seems to be increasing as physical distancing continues. Does anyone know what is happening to us? I write from a place of personal freedom, personal distance, personal isolation. Good days, bad days, happy days and sad.
When I read a book that mentions about going for a drink in a crowded bar, or for a romantic meal in a Paris restaurant; or when I watch a movie where people just move about acting out lives that mean having to be close to others and dealing with the intimacies of existence, I think, ‘Is this how it was, or will be? It doesn’t look or feel right. This is not how it is.‘
Interacting online with everyone is a miracle of technology, but I am tired of it. Everyone is accessible, everyone is removed. What is the game we are playing?
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CLP 28/01/2021
Snow clouds shadow day
our wordplay consumes hours
as we each other
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CLP 05/01/2021
