from ‘Thinking With The Heart’

I work from awkwardness. By that I mean I don’t like to arrange things. If I stand in front of something, instead of arranging it, I arrange myself.’

                                                                                                                                                                                                            ~ Diane Arbus.

How else to say it

except that the body is a limit

I must learn to love,

that thought is no different from flesh

or the blue pulse that rivers my hands.

How else, except to permit myself

this heart and its seasons,

like the cycles of the moon

which never seem to get me anywhere

but back again, not out.

 

…                                                                                                                                                               ~ Bronwen Wallace

 

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