Saturday, November 29, 2008

One Hundredth

A body made of a hundred pieces so far; I may have just shaped out a pinky toe. Or roughed out a thin outline of where a body could be. Not just the creation of something bigger by the dogged little deposits; the persistence itself, the thing before the writing becomes a thing, the being in the doing. I cannot see the body yet, I just know that when I write, I am writing.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Love, love, love this image!!!

Anonymous said...

CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR 100TH POST!!!