Our conversation is a wing below my consciousness, like organization in blowing cloth, eddies of water, its order of light on film with no lens.
A higher resonance of story finds its way to higher organization: data swirl into group dreams.
|1607||Timon of Athens, Act IV, Scene II [Good fellows all]||William Shakespeare|
|1609||To me, fair friend, you never can be old (Sonnet 104)||William Shakespeare|
|1891||Song of Myself, 10||Walt Whitman|
|1891||Calamus [In Paths Untrodden]||Walt Whitman|
|1891||Song of Myself, 39||Walt Whitman|
|1891||Song of Myself, 44||Walt Whitman|
|1917||A Deep-Sworn Vow||W. B. Yeats|
|1899||The Lover Pleads with His Friend for Old Friends||W. B. Yeats|
|2017||Barbie Chang Got Her Hair Done||Victoria Chang|