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I’ve been debating about adding some context to the descriptions for some of the pieces. This piece seems pretty straightforward so it’s not really an issue here, but let me know if you’d like a little explanatory blurb on some future videos.
before your were born, you were grown from watermelon vines and the flesh of beasts, the fruits of the deeps, you were formed and nurtured, from the grains of the soil, perhaps, from the soil itself – how grand and impossible these bodies, on Earth since creation, reassembling and devouring all shapes, all fleshes, all skins.
Lay down the pen and step outside, nobody ever wrote a great story without having lived a great story – no great poem is written by hands unfeeling and unfelt – even the tragedies, (especially the tragedies) may be burnt for warmth, throw them in with the good times, the bad, burn it all and hope for a pleasant spring.
how lovely to be a beginner and know nothing of correctness, how often the competent see only the errors – and our hands yearn to work so free and stupid, craft spasmous joys instead of tormented terrors –
the words ill-chosen, the plan is set and only the mind decides it – thrill or threat?
You cannot fathom how far you will retreat – your guess will be wrong, growing closer, then further as you flee needing to be far from here and having no home in sight – you cannot know where safety is, you will run and run until collapse, and then, then, terror will tell: “you not have run far enough.”