Friday, November 26, 2010
They could be in two places at once
illustration by Lilly
'Grumpilina and Grumpilotta could hardly speak for the weight of time on their shoulders. The space between each vertebrae was filled with feast and war and spirit and famine. Celebrations lined their fingers, and disapointment hid behind bent knees. Passion stuck to their ribs, and love was layered in the palms of their hands. Memory mixed up with each miniture cup of candour they drank, and slow coloured words carried by fine winds and shorelines joined their far away tables together. Proximity and postion had become interchangeable and instantaneous. They could be in two places at once.'
words by Jo