Monday, 25 January 2016


Easy is what we must be — 

holding and taking, holding and letting go.


Friday, 22 January 2016

without the body

Otherwise, it would not matter
that my fingertips

start just under your ear
and move with impossible

luxury, almost undetectable touch,
down the side of the breathing

throat, over the collarbone
and the supreme smooth paleness

of the shoulder,
down the inside of your arm,

finding the slight blue veins
of the wrist, and lingering

long in the palm.
Without the body,

why would i want
the gesture to consume a thousand years?

Without the body, where
would memory knot

us to the world?

from Sense (James Owens)

Tuesday, 19 January 2016

in this almost

Oblique life? 

I am well aware that there is a slight detachment between things, they almost collide, there is a detachment among the beings that lose one other amongst words that almost don’t say anything more. 

But we almost understand one other in this light discord, in this almost that is the only way to stand full life, since a sudden face-to-face encounter with it would frighten us, scare off its delicate spider’s web threads.

(Clarice Lispector)

Sunday, 17 January 2016

the act of surrender

but if i hope to understand in order to accept things— the act of surrender will never happen

(Clarice Lispector)