The experience of
poignancy involves a simultaneous awareness of some particular's
mortality. Poignancy isn't
consolation, but perhaps it's muse (with or without apostrophe). A
friend says he doesn't so much like my
aphorisms, prefers the
stories. Like cars on a ship,
stripped clean of valuables, though still capable of transport on the
other side. Transport to the other side's another matter. Indifferent
or no, that side's got glamor when it's not plain terrifying. [He] said universes upon universes opened up--there were no drugs
involved--and there was nothing that wasn't possible. That was 20
years ago. [He] came to me with tears in his eyes and said he wanted to talk to
someone. Not I. “Eyes well up” suggests plenitude, as if in
awareness there's always already
too-much. My
father's full eyes
prove a lineage.
--14
August 2016
[Zwicky #71]
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