Marisa Malone

Bachelardian Reverie #4

Winter qt. wk.8

Word Count: 100
“If there are ‘gorges’ (French = ‘throats’) in the mountains, isn’t it because the wind, long ago, spoke there?” In Bachelard’s understanding of poetry, a “light delirium makes the dreamer of cosmic reverie pass from a human vocabulary to a vocabulary of things.” He admires poetry in which “human and cosmic tonalities reinforce each other.”

Use this prompt to evoke through a poetic image a light delirium in which your nerves run along the “fibers” of your field study.

“How the object we dream helps us forget time and be at peace with ourselves!” -Bachelard (163)

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My reveries run through me, wild with my spiral thoughts. My body is a constraint to dream through to make with to work from. My reveries trace the edges never the whole until I dream again and slip into that space where time lets go and my thoughts fall free like the words falling free on the page only there is never freedom in the page only tiny bursts of relief from my thoughts as they lock with an others. My reveries move through me with the gusts of traffic, pushing from my skin unfinished thoughts that tangle like leaves in the tree.