Kamis, 02 April 2015

Seeing.

"In these most perfect habits / of the waving of the trees / through this imperfect languange / rides a perfect brilliancy."

Lisa Jarnot, This Most Perfect Hill

"Snake walks with that old squiggly stick / walks slow down by the waterfall / shuffling on his bare feet / while dancing on the edge of it."

Gowann

Note: kita juga tanpa alas kaki sampai di ujung menari karena kepleset dan jatuh kepala duluan: nyaris amnesia kalo misalnya kepala terantuk batu x))

"[...] I have been moved by the blue at the far edge of what can be seen, that color of horizons, [...], of anything far away.  The color of that distance is the color of an emotion, the color of solitude and of desire, the color of there seen from here, the color of where you are not. And the color of where you can never go."

"The water that remained was pale blue and on that scorching October afternoon a pale sky met it far away, the distinction between water and air hard to make out."

Rebecca Solnit, The Blue of Distance, A Field Guide to Getting Lost