"I shake out my fountain pen..."
Today I'm celebrating the Anelisseia ("Unrolling of the Scrolls"), the (Neos) Alexandrian festival of Thoth and Hermes Logios. Of course, I'm all about that. Here's part of my bibliomancy result (which was "Pastoral" by Pablo Neruda - another bit is the title of this entry):
I know and I know it: but here by the water
in the crackle and flare of cicadas
I must wait for myself, as they wait for me there
And for discussion: Words. Do you like them, do you find them powerful, do you find they get in the way? All of the above, none of the above, third (fourth, fifth) road in between? What are words to you?
I know and I know it: but here by the water
in the crackle and flare of cicadas
I must wait for myself, as they wait for me there
And for discussion: Words. Do you like them, do you find them powerful, do you find they get in the way? All of the above, none of the above, third (fourth, fifth) road in between? What are words to you?