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Man playing violin in street. The woman with a pack on the bus to Calgary spoke without saying a word. Strange. The in-taking of various "speech-forces" and how it insinuates in and out of the mind, images, a variety of abstractions. It operates at all levels. And then all the crude judgments on the poor soul! The dwarf dances well in the city. The writer fights it in the middle of street, driven now by hope, now by pain, now by a glimpse of a truth or a paradise. The dwarf is driven by pride and power is the master of the dwarfish mediocrity treating it like a thermostat. David Eide eide491@earthlink.net © 2008 David Eide. All rights reserved. |