Sep 20, 2006 01:59
closed windows
invite no flies
closed doors
invite no friends
closed ears
invite no words
closed eyes
invite no sights
I can't concentrate on words any more...
I just look and see squiggles and wonder, stupified at how simple marks can carry so much.
I read sentences over and over, struggling to identify some kind of meaning.
It feels like I'm missing something... some kind of world beyond the literal meanings.
I don't know how to describe it. It's as if I want to read a word and break it down,
as far as it can go. I want to take each line and trace its history. How did we get this letter?
How did this letter get its sound? Why does this mean what it means?
How can something so abstract as a group of lines come to represent
something so concrete as a living, breathing creature?
How can I ever get used to a system so seemingly created from air, pulled from thought
and put into practice.
Maybe this is why I read so slowly.