Others seeking my approval for a change. Should I go on this date. Should the work be hung this way. Should I continue writing but that I contradict myself. Funny when it gets colder I can taste it more my happenstance companion at the specialty coffee Copenhagen cafe says regarding our fancy pour-overs. He doesn’t say this to me. I love all that transpires through approximations and speech across. Which is the fact of our times and loving this being what makes me an artist of them, I suppose. If that is enough. Since, some people say, it isn’t quite in the work. A matter of deduction, in all senses of the word. He is a regular there and can afford the coffee, in my case it’s merely that I can’t figure this currency out. And to not converge further. But he is correct, yes. However warm and rounded and smoothed I am in face and voice I do somehow try or naturally seem to maintain a cool so as to be more, sense more, eventually play and feel more. First equanimous. And then robust, that coffee term.
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