Thursday, January 20, 2011

Play

Play

Go on, play. Change the way
that objects move, and make
them mean more than they do.
Swaddle their movements in
significance and value. Where
does the pleasure come from
in play. From seeing a thing
obey the human will without
reason, watching it stand and
then turn away. We give off
gravity in play, bestow new
physics onto a ball that we
kick and catch. And when we
play together, we perfectly
agree that collisions allow
us to be near one another.

4 comments:

  1. swaddle is so perfect right there...


    thea.
    xx

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  2. : ) love your poems

    do one on the word verification

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  3. This one made me think of our kitties tossing their toy mice in the air and batting them around.

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  4. Good one! I, too, like your use of "swaddle"; also "We give off /gravity in play" and "collisions allow / us to be near one another." The tone is just right.

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