antinomies ([info]joraina) wrote,
@ 2009-05-15 17:13:00
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[info]joraina
2009-05-16 06:12 pm UTC (link)
Mathieu! Et comment t'allez-vous?

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See through the sea!
[info]localnarrative
2009-05-16 07:15 pm UTC (link)
I am nothing,
you cannot
love nothing.
Forever nobody,
but not nothing.
I am becoming,
you see and have
said in knowing of
this progression.
Le passé et présent comme
s'est uni comme le passé,
l'avenir nous est comme uni.

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[info]joraina
2009-05-17 09:08 pm UTC (link)
My loss, by sickness—Was it loss?
Or that Ethereal Gain
One earns by measuring the Grave—
Then—measuring the Sun—

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#574 Native to the silence
[info]localnarrative
2009-05-18 09:57 am UTC (link)
I am not here with the language.
I must now be out to see, being
carried away with what I assumed
of "Why did you go you?"

I did not imagine the walk between
MD and meMD, because it is now when
timing opens up the curtains, I slip
through the cracks. My life comes
to see your life in shared light,
but shared light in only applicable
in our shared sppropriateness.

I fear the dog being thrown over the
ship during some night, a returning
joy of the day.

Fear sets in a "I don't know"
over the distance, and other
seeming uncertainty.

You must be ehtereal, which one
must wish to take you from your flight.
Calm your echo and sustain your beauty
upon their namely possesion,
forever tenuous as it seems.

I dreamed through of going further, the sea it opens,
it clasps upon my wrists and I touch its taste as I
am pulled under to the salty drowning of the outside,
your voice, my blindness at times. France, after Portland?
I may to be sick with disbelief in human things.

If you were cloae, I would cross the street, and look
you in the eyes. I would tell you I was just at a party
and they brought out an enjoyment of myself I forgot about
being locked up here in Boise. I would smile though to
signal my awareness of the present, if we were together
in the present you would not potentially be afraid of this
literal moment through the internet but know to smile too.
I would not ever write in a smile on a note or tell anything.
You may not be able to access my sensitivity because your
prior loyalties or preoccupation with outside matters but
I would clasp your wrists, as the sea does to me in traveling
to new places. I would create more truth than me putting
my emotional awareness into this, maybe I would kiss you,
hug you, we would know to do something but would know it too
well to write it. We would not write each other, we would
not live through words for years. We would not imagine, but know.

We have written out hundreds of moments in plays, we are like
what happened when agriculture was developed, man starting
thinking of the past, so, he had to create a language. We have
one, without the present, no? Please tell me I am wrong, not
that I am saying we are wrong. We have only met once.

People spend a great deal of the their lives imagining a love,
but I do not even know this to be so, direct language was not
the goal, nor have i ever felt of meeting. This is our problem,
maybe just on my end. I always said my best friend will be my
best love. You would make a great best friend.

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[info]joraina
2009-05-18 06:00 pm UTC (link)
French, or so they say,
is the language of love. But if
one does not know the language,
it is very hard to tell what is loved
and what is being let go.
That is why communication can be necessary.

(Je ne comprends pas. Mais...
comprends vous? C'est possible.)

Some time ago, I waited for a letter
to arrive in the mail. Sadly, it never
came, but I hold on to the knowledge
that it may merely be lost,
and will bob to the surface when appropriate.
And time and space
are only one part of living. The rest
is a beautiful mystery.

You seem to be everywhere but here, yet
like a kite I spy your bright colors
flagging through the sky. You are a kite
and I am a balloon. We race through the
elements as kindred spirits buoyed in
different ways, but eye to eye with each other,
I think. And yet I have always had difficulty
deciphering you, yet feeling as though I know you.
somehow, very well.

The wind buffets us
but we keep our course.

I have nowhere to go in a hurry,
which means that I am patient.
Any good physician would tell you
this means not to worry,
these things are already what they are
and you already have what you wish.
There is a time sometime where we will exchange each other,
This is a sincere message from a future best friend.

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I will be practicing my French.
[info]localnarrative
2009-05-18 10:19 pm UTC (link)
The will arrive, this time
the timing will not be sad.
Small steps are my life,
and now our situtation.

I am going east before I
ever make it to this goal
of France, you are included
in this eastbound itenary
since it came together a
month or two ago.

I wish to assure you as well.
Love,

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