Tuesday, April 14, 2015

Growing: April 14, 2015


Many bright colours; many distinct sounds… several violent moments of being… all surrounded by a vast space -- that is a rough visual description of childhood….Nothing remained stable long… everything approaching and then disappearing, getting large, getting small … the little creature driven on as she was by the growth of her legs and arms, driven without her being able to change or stop it, driven as a plant is driven up out of the earth, up until the stalk grows, the leaf grows, buds swell.  “A Sketch of the Past” (MOB 79)

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