The Bridge is Inside Too or 2 - Taryn Tomasello & Kyle Raquipiso
“CONCEALED SWAY” that is mirrored in every entity” TB
Jeans and the t-shirt
I’m just trying to picture you naked.
Just trying to see the body under those clothes.
Your bridge encounters the river but never touches it,
highlighter for forms already there.
“In every block of marble I see a statue as plain as though it stood before me, shaped and perfect in attitude and action. I have only to hew away the rough walls that imprison the lovely apparition to reveal it to the other eyes as mine see it.” M
Wait, do You think I should make it smaller?
Lick the objects themselves, become reliquaries of some holy nothingness.
The objects themselves become reliquaries of some holy nothingness:
And your bridge encounters the river but never touches it.
verb ( past and past part. dwelled or dwelt |dwelt|) [ intrans. ]
1 [with adverbial of place ] formal live in or at a specified place : groups of gypsies still dwell in these caves.
2 ( dwell on/upon) think, speak, or write at length about (a particular subject, esp. one that is a source of unhappiness, anxiety, or dissatisfaction) : I’ve got better things to do than dwell on the past.
3 ( dwell on/upon) (of one’s eyes or attention) linger on (a particular object or place) : she let her eyes dwell on them for a moment.