ink versus blood

Friday, February 20, 2015

wear life

like a loose-fitting shirt

{anonymous 60some alcoholic}

Posted by Semicolon Memoirs. at 6:52 PM

Semicolon Memoirs.: I have long been attracted to the semicolon. The mark is outdated and Victorian and unpoetic but I know why it draws me. The tension of waiting. The suspension of finality. The peace of knowing order and relations exist. The semicolon is brimming under my skin; it is the theology I cry for at night when the daybreak of a period seems far away. The semicolon knows no hierarchy between past, present, and future; it connects all three. It calls me to rest, to breathe "this holy minute" (Leah Harris, poet). In wisdom it calls me not to lay my past in the ashes of extinction but to know my history is not a mistake. It calls me to my future life overseas. These are my memoirs.

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