Quotes from the Shelf

"There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed." - Ernest Hemingway

Sunday, 4 March 2012

Fall

Plummeting headfirst, F, the upside down man,

begins his journey with limbs splayed

like paint on a Jackson Pollock.


Finally, he curls into a ball, tucked up tight.

He retreats to the comfort of the fetal position

wrapped in himself, around himself, with himself.


And then down, down, down he goes

where he stops the splatter shows.

It’s a matter of perspective whether or not


the fall is short or long. Does he clip

off the L swiftly to get to the end or does he hold it

as down, down, down he goes.

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