“He sought to touch you and found he could not find you,
he sought to understand you but could not hear you.”
Conrad Aiken
…for what I give by singing is at once my body (by my voice) and this silence in which you cast that body. It is in this that you will understand at last what it is I give you; as useless as the wisp of yarn; the pebble held out to his mother by the child.
A Lovers Discourse, Roland Barthes
Watershed
yes,
I am
writing
I am writing
to you – singing
to you even
now, even
though this
river lives
between us;
even
though.
Riparia Suite 