Friday, June 1, 2012

No Meaning.

Unavailing  achieving little or nothingineffective.


Scrim  in theater a piece of gauze cloth that appears opaque until lit from behindused as a screen or backdrop; a thing that conceals or obscures something.




The words come or they don't. Sometimes they come when there is nowhere to put them. Sometimes they come when there is, and that is a lucky time.

They have meaning and yet they don't. They tell, yet they conceal.

Like carving a single sculpture, but starting with a different block of wood each time so nothing is ever finished, nothing formed... only chips and scrapes, something writhing out of nothing. An ugly white gallery of these deformed blocks stacked one upon the other like poorly executed corpses.

The voice is someone telling. Someone who is no one. Telling something. Something that is nothing.



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