Starring Morgan P (of “Morgan’s garden”)
(archiv./sel. pstd: e. bjz)
Even my voice came from other worlds. I was embalmed in my own secret vertigoes. I was suspended over the world, seeing what road I could tread without treading down even clay or grass. My step was a sentient step; the mere crepitation of gravel could arrest my walk.
When I saw you, Sabina, I chose my body.
I will let you carry me into the fecundity of destruction. I choose a body then, a face, a voice. I become you. And you become me. Silence the sensational course of your body and you will see in me, intact, your own fears, your own pities. You will see love, which was excluded from the passions given you, and I will see the passions excluded from love. Step out of your role and rest yourself on the core of your true desires. Cease for a moment your violent deviations. Relinquish the furious indomitable strain.
I will take them up.
Cease trembling and shaking and gasping and cursing and find again your core which I am. Rest from twistedness, distortion, deformations. For an hour you will be me; that is, the other half of yourself. The half you lost. What you burnt, broke, and tore is still in my hands: I am the keeper of fragile things and I have kept of you what is indissoluble.
Even the world and the sun cannot show their two faces at once.
So now we are inextricably woven. I have gathered together all the fragments. I return them to you. You have run with the wind, scattering and dissolving. I have run behind you, like your own shadow, gathering what you have sown in deep coffers.
Anaïs Nin (From “Does Anyone Know Who I am” in House of Incest)
I have been unable to visit or respond to comments these last several months. But please know how grateful I am for your visits and kind words. I have felt it might be better to turn off comments since it is difficult for me to reply (and I don’t want to seem unappreciative!) but I’ve received questions about that and requests to leave them open. So, I will leave comments open and hope that you will understand how much I appreciate the words you leave for me even though I cannot always reply. Thank you all for your kindness and encouragement. Your support for my creative efforts here has meant so very much to me.
Since I am lacking for titles these days, and Little Pie has no shortage of ideas, she and I will be collaborating on posts for now and the near future. Feel free to offer title suggestions of your own, if you’re so inspired. 🙂
I had no idea what to title this, so asked my five year old daughter if she had any ideas. She took one look and cried out: CREEPY HANDS! And so, Creepy Hands it is. I find it rather fitting.