You have a pet theory, one you have been turning over for years, that life itself is a kind of Rube Goldberg device, an extremely complicated machine designed to carry out the extremely simple task of constructing your soul.

– Kevin Brockmeier – The View from the Seventh Layer

Adrift…

Adrift inside a world of madness,

tossed upon insane.

Captive to the fear of lowliness,

smoothed by rougher grain.

Crying for some place to be,

before my end of time.

And that it is of which I say,

stays puddled in my mind.

I have not said a word untrue,

I have not lied by sight.

But something within all I am,

I know is just not right.

Painfully my skin is peeled,

the burn so hard to bare.

Has it is that I scream out,

no one seems to care.

Since a child still to this day,

I dream to see my crypt.

Inside this world of madness,

all of ME’s Adrift…

– Ken Bennight –

Writing and reading decrease our sense of isolation. They deepen and widen and expand our sense of life: they feed the soul. When writers make us shake our heads with the exactness of their prose and their truths, and even make us laugh about ourselves or life, our buoyancy is restored. We are given a shot at dancing with, or at least clapping along with, the absurdity of life, instead of being squashed by it over and over again. It’s like singing on a boat during a terrible storm at sea. You can’t stop the raging storm, but singing can change the hearts and spirits of the people who are together on that ship.

– Anne Lamott –

You are lucky to be one of those people who wishes to build sand castles with words, who is willing to create a place where your imagination can wander. We build this place with the sand of memories; these castles are our memories and inventiveness made tangible. So part of us believes that when the tide starts coming in, we won’t really have lost anything, because actually only a symbol of it was there in the sand. Another part of us thinks we’ll figure out a way to divert the ocean. This is what separates artists from ordinary people: the belief, deep in our hearts, that if we build our castles well enough, somehow the ocean won’t wash them away. I think this is a wonderful kind of person to be.

– Anne Lamott – Bird by Bird

Ph : Edward Weston

I really wanted for her to touch her knees

I really wanted to share forgotten dreams

Go through the motions of loving from a far

and feel as if i’m reaching for the stars

but each drop of hopelessness amounts

to what could be a raging sea

It could be spring time i’d meet her at the gates

If beauty ever comes to those who wait

Castles in the air

If only they were there

just like a beatnik love affair

those castles in the air

So let me look into the windows of your soul

Let me make the most of what i’ll never know

We’ll eat forbidden fruits and sing our favourite songs

and never tell each other we’re wrong

each drop of tenderness you give

would be another reason why i’d want to live

would be another chance to sit beneath the stars

and whisper to each other in the dark

Castles in the air

If only they were there

We’d be so free and unaware

watching castles in the air

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=01IIOyrzN7Q

The Colourfield – Castle in the air

Ph : Elena Dudina