Friday 11 June 2010

There's something about••

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10-6-10
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There's something about that crispness-
especially around the edges.

almost burnt from touch light and life-
exposed grains from a n o t h e r t i m e
type-
nearly like braille with audible soul.

There's something about the aroma
dEEP in the folds.
bound. binding.
s e w n in ways the Redman could explain.

Like bread toasted golden, sight and scent
f l o a t i n g through-
predicted to be-
impermeable-
but-
- t i m e t r a v e l s -
penetrated.

There's something about the simultaneous mystery-
the understanding that thumbs and eyes have been before...
the slight grit of sand
paper
a n d
thin hEAvineSS.

almost see through-
transparent tissue.

There's something about the way light shines through.
past-
within-
g l o w i n g-
each
visible upon the turn.

There's something about the rectangles.
crisp-
i n b e t w e e n-
the brown . yellow . 18 carat hue-

like peanut brittle on doilies around grandmother's house...
tempting-
it stays in your teeth.

like a fresh baked pie that's been waiting.

There's something about that man, head down.
viewing intently.
Orthopedic Strategy.

There's something about the illustrations.
the way things used to be
and f o r e v e r w i l l -
the way of writing.

There's something about the pulling desire for me to ask him

to smELL his...

to taste his...

to feel his...

There's something about an old book.

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