Poems, notes, and drawings by William Michaelian
Brevity is beauty’s sting.
Just finished reading "When a certain cloud appears." Was particularly struck by the lines:what is rejected seduces,what is expected fails,what is neglected grows,what is sung healsWhich carry the transformative power of a mantra.
I still remember when those lines appeared on the screen — the surprise of them, their sound, their rhythm, their possible meaning. It seems you’ve tapped into all of these facets at once. I’m glad, and I thank you.
And those four words confirm it.
isn't brevity the landscape which allows beauty her temporary being? without brevity we would be always. always would be ordinary. ordinary would be overlooked.xoerin
Said the dying sun, “Always is long enough.”
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