email for bobby joe.
I've been composing this for you for weeks.
Writing in the air and waving to wash it away.
It amounted to nothing and weighed on my mind.
I had a large smile on my face:
a conversation with hand flailing
intellect
volume.
Happiness quickly dissipates as it often does.
Waning self confidence.
I hate these sharp and twisting knives
inescapable and incontrovertible like
a draw to replete syntax.
These semantically empty lexical items
are masking the abysmal hole that I've created.
That's the problem with joy
as a subterranean treasure without an X.
You forgot how you got there
and forget how to find it again.
"The pronoun 'I' stands in for the ever-elusive subject, which will always slip through the nets for any particular piece of language; and this is equivalent to saying that I cannot 'mean' and 'be' simultaneously. To make this point, Lacan boldly rewrites Descartes's 'I think, therefore I am,' as 'I am not where I think, and I think where I am not."
Litotes and understatements aside,
I'm leaving for Colorado for school in a few months.
This begs the dreaded question, when will I see you again?
Love, still, after all of these years.
Writing in the air and waving to wash it away.
It amounted to nothing and weighed on my mind.
I had a large smile on my face:
a conversation with hand flailing
intellect
volume.
Happiness quickly dissipates as it often does.
Waning self confidence.
I hate these sharp and twisting knives
inescapable and incontrovertible like
a draw to replete syntax.
These semantically empty lexical items
are masking the abysmal hole that I've created.
That's the problem with joy
as a subterranean treasure without an X.
You forgot how you got there
and forget how to find it again.
"The pronoun 'I' stands in for the ever-elusive subject, which will always slip through the nets for any particular piece of language; and this is equivalent to saying that I cannot 'mean' and 'be' simultaneously. To make this point, Lacan boldly rewrites Descartes's 'I think, therefore I am,' as 'I am not where I think, and I think where I am not."
Litotes and understatements aside,
I'm leaving for Colorado for school in a few months.
This begs the dreaded question, when will I see you again?
Love, still, after all of these years.