I heard myself as if you

Had heard me

Before reflection I heard

You outside only inside

Sometimes only a word

So in a particular world

As in a spiritual world

Face the window I had

To know what ought to be

-from Souls of the Labadie Trust, Susan Howe

I went to hear Susan read at UB tonight.

I remember believing that writing would impose order on feeling and civilize it out of violence into expression at least, if not understanding.

Writing is evidence of a discomfiture of mind seeking composure, with a gift (more or less) for picking adjectives.

When I got home, I found King Kong in my inbox. Perfect timing

what I'm listening to:
Sam Beam – Free Until They Cut Me Down; Freedom Hangs Like Heaven
I can’t get enough of him
I will breathe free as any Word of God

Bound up tight like lips around a whimper