David Jones's Blog, page 1379
May 10, 2012
The Road
I saw them all: the man on the cathedral steps who I gave the money to, who didn’t help me, the drunkards by the bus stop, clamouring, loud, who demanded the money, even the people I passed, the people I spoke to. I saw them all, floating, disembodied faces at the side of the road, replaying themselves endlessly, speaking into the silence. I remembered all the others, too, and at first my guilt at them being faraway, at them being severed from me, was all I was, then my guilt was the road upo...
May 9, 2012
Life, life in a root
Breathing out the heaven skies -
Populate...
Life, life in a root
Breathing out the heaven skies -
Populate the earth.
Flowers pressed in death,
An expiration cherished -
Imprints of...
Flowers pressed in death,
An expiration cherished -
Imprints of the past.
Withered Sunflowers,
Die in the earth of your eyes,
Too much of...
Withered Sunflowers,
Die in the earth of your eyes,
Too much of you left.
May 8, 2012
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May 7, 2012
The Creeping Ghost Part I
“That is enough. I cannot do this any more. Its all too much.”
And perhaps I was correct. Despite everything, I still feel that I was right to speak those words when I did, and the way I did - calmly, without anger, but with confidence, for I was telling the truth. I was being more honest than I had ever been, regardless of the knowledge that I would regret it forever. And forever is such a long time.
The ghost had appeared roughly a month ago, although it seemed as though it had been present...
